That`s Why Lyrics

That`s Why lyrics

*(too short talking)*



Yeah we gettin real on this album y'all. you
know I'm hearin all these

Rumors out here bout, they ran $hort dogg up
outta east oakland. nigga

Moved to atlanta, ain't got no mo love in the
town. I got much love in

Oakland y'all, you know what I'm sayin, I been
doin this shit fo years.

So I'm a tell it to you juss like it
happened.... bitch.



*(verse 1)*



I don't stop
rappin,

Ever since the very first day,

I grabbed the microphone,
made a funky ass tape,

I had sixteen hoes,

Suckin ten toes,

Game from the "o",

An any real pimp knows,

The only
love hoes get is what they paid fo,

Gimme my scratch,

What the fuck
I'm a stay fo? 

I gotta make moves bitch,

Stack some g's,

From
the whole stroll,

To my fax machine,

I got money comin in from
everywhere,

From new york,

To l.a.,

To the mutha fuckin
bay,

It's true,

I'm the man g,

I'm underground 106 can't ban
me,

All on the air sayin they don't fuck wit me no mo,

I go back
wit rap like k-p-o-o,

From the very first time I grabbed the mic,

Niggaz smokin burner,

Ready to fight,

I don't promote
violence,

I'm from oakland where the real kick it,

You might get
killed nigga,

Or make a mill ticket,

Move down south 'cause the
town is wild,

Now the radio jocks wanna clown my style,

I raised
too many rappers you support,

Ask 'em who they grew up on.... too
$hort,

Fuck all that black ball shit it won't last,

Kmel y'all can
kiss my ass.



*(chorus)*



That's why the town got rid
'o $hort (x2)



*(verse 2)*



It all started back when c
& h,

Went to t & b tryin to playa hate,

I flipped a brand new
lexus,

93,

Joda balls called me up said ya lyin to me,

He
said I heard you an ran got the cash an split it,

If I don't get my
cut,

You mutha fuckaz gonna get it,

It was thirteen g's all
mine,

Didn't give teddy gram one dime,

Now listen real close 'cause
it might be,

Hard to follow,

Chris told ted it was fifty thousand
dollaz,

Shit sound petty,

An it is,

But that's how it goes
when you in show biz,

Niggaz fallin out,

Should be makin
millions,

Instead of studios,

We seein lawyers in buildings,

Then we stop speakin,

Shit got funky,

I don't give a fuck,

Mutha fucka get my money,

I ain't never been a hoe you can't pimp
me,

I do all the work while you pimp me,

I tried to buy him out,

But right about then,

They let the lions out,

Niggaz start eatin
that shit up,

You shoulda never listened,

I'm always on this money
makin mission,

Sold a car an a truck in oakland fo that lex,

Jock
loaned me five an I was rollin that bitch.



*(chorus)* x2



Don't believe everythang you hear nigga.



*(verse 3)*



I went to the freak-nik,

Shit turned me out,

Came back fo jack
the rapper,

Bought me a house,

That was august '93 time to dip,

I hade warrants in the town an I was hot as shit,

Everytime I got
stopped,

Nigga went to jail,

Treat me bad 'cause I was hangin wit
criminals,

I wanted to buy me a house in the oakland hills,

Nice
lil sumpthin fo a half a mill,

That's was right around the time chris
hooked dru down,

The luniz came through an them tricks got clowned,

Rappin ron tore 'em up on the freestyle tip,

An niggaz ain't ran
nobody outta shit,

Then they put it on the town,

Shit got real,

When you was in the fourth grade I had a record deal,

You got one hit
record now you ballin,

You make one fake album you'll be fallin,

An
that shit don't apply to me,

Present or past,

You can meet me at the
mall an get my autograph,

Or you can flash back,

If you can do all
that,

Me fred benz,

An freddy craps,

Smokin burner upstairs
in hot lips house,

It's been fifteen years an I ain't played out,

They playin too $hort steppin on a chevy pedal,

Back in the days kmel
played heavy metal.



*(chorus)* x2



*(verse 4)*



Niggaz shootin at the studio late at night,

Seen a charokee,

Started shootin at spice,

At the e-40 picnic out in the park,

Niggaz gather round fo some shit to start,

They had bullets wit my
name,

But we never got to me,

See me sucka mutha fucka,

Shootin at the street,

It was me,

Boo, howard, an jock,

A
full clip,

One in the chamber an it blockin t.b.,

Still tryin to be
my pimp,

I could lose my life,

Or give my money to him,

I'd
rather die before you use me,

I tried to buy him out,

The nigga
sued me.



*(too $hort talking)*



An that's where it
stands right now y'all. fo the mutha fuckaz that

Don't know, like the
notorious say, "if you don't know, now you know."

Biatch!!