Dresta - Why Me (The Game Diss) lyrics
[Dresta - Why Me The Game Diss lyrics]
Man! I don't understand it man
I just need you to answer
This one question for me, nigga
Since you wanna keep emailing me and shit
Email me an answer to this question man
Why did you choose to fuck
With me? Tell me that
Nigga you ain't Pac
You ain't got the crown at the top
You ain't got no stripes from
Around on the block
You ain't hard, niggas fall off
You ain't fall
How do you wear tattoo tears and walk no yard
I ain't got a clue
Guess I gotta do what I do
And the world will see the truth
By the time that I'm through
You want it static, I can give it to you
Automatic tattoos don’t make you G, nigga
Bow Wow’s had it
You don’t want a problem with it
Say you want a problem, get it
When they ask you ‘who was
That that served you?’
Tell ‘em problem did it
'Cause I’m your problem now and
I’m just getting warm
See, I’m a product of that Crip
You tatted on you arm
How could you be a Blood? How
The Bloods show you love?
You was a dove when you started banging
How they know you thug?
Compton niggas don’t know that, dude
Think he crazy, I got something for that fool
Kurt Cobain
This nigga wanna blow out his brains
Swear the stress of success
Would drive cowards insane
Want the title, the new thug-American Idol
Since he talking shit to me
I guess he is suicidal think he invincible
Swear this nigga feeling himself
He a white boy talking ‘bout killing himself
Homie, you crazy couldn’t be a Compton baby
Wanting death
When his niggas tryna dodge it daily?
If a rider gotta fade you then this the G
With your fake-ass frown, like you Mr t
I pity the fool that wanna
Start shit with Dresta
The Westside original Compton gangsta
You what it is, boy, I inspired your rapping
Want Compton to turn against me?
They won’t fire the captain
They love me, and I ain’t even mainstream
Nigga knew you was gay, just wish
You would've came clean, nigga
That’s the worst
You should've took your time to rehearse
So when we did that song
You wouldn’t have had to change your verse
But, I feel you It’s hard to
Try to follow a leader if I was you
I wouldn’t wanna rap behind me neither
If I was mediocre, he ain’t a thug
He a joker the way he treat his family
You would swear he was a smoker
Young, dumb nigga, want some? Come, nigga
Wanna threaten me, like they made one gun
Nigga? You’s a dumb-ass I ain’t playing
Game with your young ass i’m on the lap
I ain’t got time for no gun stash
Being shot
That’s a cold thing to live through
I tell you what, apologize
And maybe I’ll forgive you
I just need you to answer
This one question for me, nigga
Since you wanna keep emailing me and shit
Email me an answer to this question man
Why did you choose to fuck
With me? Tell me that
Nigga you ain't Pac
You ain't got the crown at the top
You ain't got no stripes from
Around on the block
You ain't hard, niggas fall off
You ain't fall
How do you wear tattoo tears and walk no yard
I ain't got a clue
Guess I gotta do what I do
And the world will see the truth
By the time that I'm through
You want it static, I can give it to you
Automatic tattoos don’t make you G, nigga
Bow Wow’s had it
You don’t want a problem with it
Say you want a problem, get it
When they ask you ‘who was
That that served you?’
Tell ‘em problem did it
'Cause I’m your problem now and
I’m just getting warm
See, I’m a product of that Crip
You tatted on you arm
How could you be a Blood? How
The Bloods show you love?
You was a dove when you started banging
How they know you thug?
Compton niggas don’t know that, dude
Think he crazy, I got something for that fool
Kurt Cobain
This nigga wanna blow out his brains
Swear the stress of success
Would drive cowards insane
Want the title, the new thug-American Idol
Since he talking shit to me
I guess he is suicidal think he invincible
Swear this nigga feeling himself
He a white boy talking ‘bout killing himself
Homie, you crazy couldn’t be a Compton baby
Wanting death
When his niggas tryna dodge it daily?
If a rider gotta fade you then this the G
With your fake-ass frown, like you Mr t
I pity the fool that wanna
Start shit with Dresta
The Westside original Compton gangsta
You what it is, boy, I inspired your rapping
Want Compton to turn against me?
They won’t fire the captain
They love me, and I ain’t even mainstream
Nigga knew you was gay, just wish
You would've came clean, nigga
That’s the worst
You should've took your time to rehearse
So when we did that song
You wouldn’t have had to change your verse
But, I feel you It’s hard to
Try to follow a leader if I was you
I wouldn’t wanna rap behind me neither
If I was mediocre, he ain’t a thug
He a joker the way he treat his family
You would swear he was a smoker
Young, dumb nigga, want some? Come, nigga
Wanna threaten me, like they made one gun
Nigga? You’s a dumb-ass I ain’t playing
Game with your young ass i’m on the lap
I ain’t got time for no gun stash
Being shot
That’s a cold thing to live through
I tell you what, apologize
And maybe I’ll forgive you