MO3 - Why lyrics
[MO3 - Why lyrics]
(This is a collect call from an inmate)
Ayy, this 3, pick me up, I'm on the way home
Why? Lord, why they wanna hate on me?
I feel like I’m fallin' but I ain't though
I’ma shed blood for my whole family
It's rainin' down and I don't got a raincoat
Why? Shit, what they mean? Like
Like, I ain't doin' this shit, like
Like, I ain't get this shit
Out the mud, nigga, i came from nothin'
Shit, nigga don’t even
Understand that, nigga
Get the fuck out the way look
My mama be like
"Lil Melvin, you can’t worry about
What people say, you know
They talked about Jesus"
(SplurgeTheGod made another one)
But I ain't readin’ a Bible where
Jesus was slangin' iron though
I'm really out here like that
Mo-mothafuckin'-3, nigga, yeah
My mama got me out of juvenile as a youngin
(As a youngin)
Look, kicked out of school smackin’ with
The tool, fuck it, mama, i'm thuggin'
(For real)
I never graduated, I was somewhere hustlin'
(Somewhere hustlin')
My teacher told my mama, "Melvin
He's been failing every fucking subject"
Damn, then I got jammed (yeah)
Locked in a cell with a digital cam
(For real) knives on the back of me
These niggas mad at me
They send a hitter, I will take 'em down
(Baow) locked in a faculty
This whole vicinity crawling with niggas
Who didn't go to trial (Nah)
But still, they got fifty
(What?) , my cellmate got twenty (What?)
He won't get to see that new kid he just had
(Damn) he he ain't give me nothin'
(Nothin')
She-she ain't give me nothin' (Nada)
That bitch ain't wanna fuck me
(What?) , now I bet she wish she gave it up
'Cause 3 got so much money they think I
Owe 'em but they ain't gave me nothin'
(What?) and any nigga don't like it
Tell him stand up, bet I take him under
(yeah)
Boy, you must be sick, I got three kids
And plus three baby mamas (For real)
And all my kids gon' know they
Dad is still 'cause, bitch, i made a promise
(yeah)
When them choppas get to blowin' rounds
They gon' come and chalk 'em
And don't tell me what nobody say
'cause people just be talkin', yeah
Why? Lord, why they wanna hate on me?
(Hate on me)
I feel like I'm falling but I ain't though
I'ma shed blood for my whole family
It's raining down and I don't got a raincoat
Why? (Why?)
Why they wanna turn me to the murder man?
(Murder man)
Why she wanna cheat and be my girlfriend?
(My girlfriend)
Why these niggas be so fake and they pretend?
(yeah) why they wanna be my friend? Why?
It don't make no sense, I gave you this
I gave you that (That)
But flip the script, you ain't give
Me shit, didn't front no zips
I didn't get no packs (Nah)
When it was beef, you called on me
Gave you them clips and all them straps
(For real)
Matter fact, I take that back, bitch, I
Slang gun, tell 'em go ask, hey
And all this pain in my body, I'm so numb
Won't let 'em get to me (I won't)
Hate the fact I'm livin' good in
The city I made history
Two hundred thousand 'round my neck
My chains tangled up, they clingling
Fuck the opps, bitch, I been on
They see me on they TV screen
Why? Lord, why they wanna hate on me?
(Hate on me)
I feel like I'm falling but I ain't though
I'ma shed blood for my whole family
It's raining down and I don't got a raincoat
Why? (Why?)
Why they wanna turn me to the murder man?
(Murder man)
Why she wanna cheat and be my girlfriend?
(My girlfriend)
Why these niggas be so fake and they pretend?
(yeah) why they wanna be my friend? Why?
Ayy, this 3, pick me up, I'm on the way home
Why? Lord, why they wanna hate on me?
I feel like I’m fallin' but I ain't though
I’ma shed blood for my whole family
It's rainin' down and I don't got a raincoat
Why? Shit, what they mean? Like
Like, I ain't doin' this shit, like
Like, I ain't get this shit
Out the mud, nigga, i came from nothin'
Shit, nigga don’t even
Understand that, nigga
Get the fuck out the way look
My mama be like
"Lil Melvin, you can’t worry about
What people say, you know
They talked about Jesus"
(SplurgeTheGod made another one)
But I ain't readin’ a Bible where
Jesus was slangin' iron though
I'm really out here like that
Mo-mothafuckin'-3, nigga, yeah
My mama got me out of juvenile as a youngin
(As a youngin)
Look, kicked out of school smackin’ with
The tool, fuck it, mama, i'm thuggin'
(For real)
I never graduated, I was somewhere hustlin'
(Somewhere hustlin')
My teacher told my mama, "Melvin
He's been failing every fucking subject"
Damn, then I got jammed (yeah)
Locked in a cell with a digital cam
(For real) knives on the back of me
These niggas mad at me
They send a hitter, I will take 'em down
(Baow) locked in a faculty
This whole vicinity crawling with niggas
Who didn't go to trial (Nah)
But still, they got fifty
(What?) , my cellmate got twenty (What?)
He won't get to see that new kid he just had
(Damn) he he ain't give me nothin'
(Nothin')
She-she ain't give me nothin' (Nada)
That bitch ain't wanna fuck me
(What?) , now I bet she wish she gave it up
'Cause 3 got so much money they think I
Owe 'em but they ain't gave me nothin'
(What?) and any nigga don't like it
Tell him stand up, bet I take him under
(yeah)
Boy, you must be sick, I got three kids
And plus three baby mamas (For real)
And all my kids gon' know they
Dad is still 'cause, bitch, i made a promise
(yeah)
When them choppas get to blowin' rounds
They gon' come and chalk 'em
And don't tell me what nobody say
'cause people just be talkin', yeah
Why? Lord, why they wanna hate on me?
(Hate on me)
I feel like I'm falling but I ain't though
I'ma shed blood for my whole family
It's raining down and I don't got a raincoat
Why? (Why?)
Why they wanna turn me to the murder man?
(Murder man)
Why she wanna cheat and be my girlfriend?
(My girlfriend)
Why these niggas be so fake and they pretend?
(yeah) why they wanna be my friend? Why?
It don't make no sense, I gave you this
I gave you that (That)
But flip the script, you ain't give
Me shit, didn't front no zips
I didn't get no packs (Nah)
When it was beef, you called on me
Gave you them clips and all them straps
(For real)
Matter fact, I take that back, bitch, I
Slang gun, tell 'em go ask, hey
And all this pain in my body, I'm so numb
Won't let 'em get to me (I won't)
Hate the fact I'm livin' good in
The city I made history
Two hundred thousand 'round my neck
My chains tangled up, they clingling
Fuck the opps, bitch, I been on
They see me on they TV screen
Why? Lord, why they wanna hate on me?
(Hate on me)
I feel like I'm falling but I ain't though
I'ma shed blood for my whole family
It's raining down and I don't got a raincoat
Why? (Why?)
Why they wanna turn me to the murder man?
(Murder man)
Why she wanna cheat and be my girlfriend?
(My girlfriend)
Why these niggas be so fake and they pretend?
(yeah) why they wanna be my friend? Why?