Don't Know Why (feat. Jagged Edge)

Don't nobody know why Nobody knows why Young niggas still dyin' in the streets And don't nobody know why Nobody knows why Don't nobody know why Young niggas still dyin' in the streets And don't nobody know why CyHi! .38 snub hugger, jealousy is a mothafucka Swear these niggas would kill their blood brother All for the love of the money and gangs, plus the drug hustle But let me say this before the judge judge us Why must the thug suffer? We already gettin' it out the mud puddle Then on top of that, the flood struck us So before them boys cuff us And we lose our life to these blood suckers Rather meet the Migos at the Fuddruckers Back when I had a plug on the lil' guys Served it while the kush dry Bought two, but took five We call that payin' hood tithes I'm from a place where the good die Young, turn boys to men It's so hard to say your goodbyes Man, this shit done took lives If you die, would your hood ride? The only time you got the goosebumps was at a book drive Posin' for my mugshot, make sure you get my good side I'm just a headcase, even took me to Scared Straight Left the house at 16, I felt I was deadweight But to the streets, I was fresh bait So I'm ridin' through the 6 with my SK Hey, tryin' not to meet my death day They killed my partner and left him dead by the expressway And don't nobody know why Don't nobody know why Young niggas still dyin' in the streets And don't nobody know why Don't nobody know why Don't nobody know why Don't nobody know why Don't nobody know why Young niggas still dyin' in the streets And don't nobody know why We have lost a lot of beautiful souls to the struggle To all my fallen soldiers, we miss you I brought a few of my east side homies to relay my condolences The legendary Jagged Edge 'Pac told us Brenda had a baby Crooked ass cops tryna send him to his grave early Sister's like, "Thanks for my child" Crooked ass feds tryna give a nigga long time No love for that Black skin, still on replay System's mad and corruption keeps us in place Ah, when we gon' have our day? When the sun gonna shine down on our way? Huh, panhandler, hand-to-hand gambler Scam amateur, seven gram scrambler Had a Monte Carlo, Tahoe and a tan Challenger Hit rock bottom, I swear you can't take this shit for granted, bruh So I see everything panoramic, cuz One wrong move, that'll take you off the planet, cuz So I move around with the broom like a janitor Pomegranate cannabis, called a play and ran it up Automatic hammers tucked on every transaction FedEx the package or I might just Amtrak it Back and forth to Michigan, I want my grams, wrap it Them niggas who tried to write me off can't even pay their taxes 49er, I was told to "mind your business, nigga" I seen some shit Jehova ain't even witness, nigga '96 Explorer, got so many stash spots I told the cop, "You'll never find it like a Sasquatch" A good lawyer lower cases if your cap's locked So I showed up in court, me and Matlock Hah, beat the case and did the ragtop This for all my niggas who didn't make it out the trap spot Don't nobody know why Don't nobody know why Young niggas still dyin' in these streets Don't nobody know why Don't nobody know why Don't nobody know why Young niggas still dyin' in these streets Don't nobody know why Huh... we were just some small timers Went to jail, nothin' major, we was all minors They tried to tie one of us to the gun But it's funny 'cause now all my niggas eatin' off china Keep a stick for the haters tryna chalk line us It was like hide and go seek, but don't let the law find us I forgot more than you ever learned So when you speak on my name, put me up there with the all timers What you know about meetin' your connect at a small diner? Talkin' murder over waffles and corned beef hash On a clear, black night like Warren G had He was droppin' off some bags on the corner, he had Some youngin' ran up on him, he had on a ski mask My OG shot him through the door, left him on the street bad Then he asked me for the check, but not an actual check For those who not in the streets, just know that means cash I'm from where a zone is a zipper, and your tone is your trigger Where your wife is your bitch, and your homies' your niggas In my city, I'm legend, on my corner, I'm Chipper Runnin' from the red dogs, we holla Clifford I had all the red broads and all the strippers We broke every fed law that's in the system I had the dream walkin' out the county in burgundy slippers And right before I was about to hug my sister Ayy, fuck nigga Don't nobody know why Don't nobody know why Young brothers still dyin' Young brothers still dyin' Don't nobody know why Don't nobody know why Young brothers still dyin' Young brothers still dyin'