Freddie Foxxx - Who Knows Why lyrics

Yeah turn it up that's right for my niggas
Here we go

Some real niggas have gone
Away never to return
Stay forever on wax cuz the mics they burn
Outta sight, outta mind, never does
It mean outta mic, outta rhyme
So I return to make it
Hot for those who cannot
Smile down on me niggas
While I rock the spot
Is there heaven for a nice emcee
Crushin all these suckers dear God
Don't be mad with me
I don't mean to hurt nobody
I just wanna rock the party
And give you a taste of what's left
Before I see death
Watch a nigga back, cuz I don't trust nobody
Left hand hold the mic
And right bust the shottie
Sendin angels to guide me through
In the white drop top
When they ride me through
When I hit the pearly gates
Will they take my tats
Will they let me rock the mic
Will the beats be phat
Will the rappers write they own
Rhymes up in that piece
Will the fakes get locked by the cop police
Or will I have to deal with
A&R's who don't got no say
I hope it don't be that way, tell me

Who Knows Why
The reasons we live and the reasons we die
You can't figure this one, so why try
God help my soul as I testify
And I won't lie

Now as I'm lookin in the mirror I see myself
Handsome with attitude, to momma gratitude
I put the pressure on emcees
I make it hard for ya, with total
Disregard for ya
This rap shit is raw not to be touched
The ingredients if tampered with
Could get you fucked up
No one knows this secret I hold like Moses
Given at birth, now what it's worth
It's more than a million six
Let me spit it to you niggas
While my rhyme exists
Listen, separate the real from the wishin
If you bust at me and miss
You gon end up missin
Cuz on these rap niggas styles I be shittin
Pissin leave you niggas lookin dumb
Like two niggas kissin
I'm the true hardcore underground messiah
I'm the kinda nigga street thugs can admire
You never see me gettin robbed
Jumped down and whipped out
Or cryin 'bout a deal with no money
Flipped out
I get off my ass and make it happen
I'll stick up the world if I ain't rappin
So why do I exist, tell me

May Allah shine down on any emcee
That'll stand on stage and hold a mic with me
May he give you all the
Flow of the ocean water
And some nice hand skills
To prevent slaughter
My lyrics painful like bullets
From a rusty tech bumpy Knucks, nigga what
And you must respect
All the true shit that I reflect
Niggas know I exist only to wreck
Won't let the verse loosen til
You sign the check
I won't be fussin at ya, but bustin at ya
I treat all my rhymes like they devines
Niggas spot me like a UFO
I turn my mic on and
Resurrect the livest flow
So if you askin me, why am I here
To clarify hip hop loud and clear
Real niggas, tell me