Petey Pablo - That's Why lyrics

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Petey Pablo - That's Why lyrics

That's why (that's why) My gun (my gun) Stay co*ked (stay co*ked, stay co*ked) [x4] Seems like I inherited beef Inherited beef, inherited beef, inherited beef You don't f** with Petey for what reason For what reason, for what reason, for what reason Did I do something might A hurt your feelings, a hurt your feelings, a hurt your feelings Well if I did I ain't mean to offend ya' Mean to offend ya', mean to offend ya', mean to offend ya' It's so easy for me to run through the gla** of the building [?] run on the city Spit at Game, Young Buck, Banks, or Fifty Why, when they ain't did sh** to me I don't get caught up in all that sh** Hating n***as cause what side they with That's childish sh** I'm a grown man, I ain't got time for that I ain't supposed to be around no gats But this gangsta' rap That's why (that's why) My gun (my gun) Stay co*ked (stay co*ked, stay co*ked) [x4] I ain't a chump I don't "mic talk" tough b**h I know how to fight I done had my share a a** whoopings in my life I been shot at and hit with bats Got stabbed, took the man knife, stabbed him back What the hell that got to do with rap I turned my life around and pushed that back Now I'm supposed to go back to that Man that got to be a powerful sack And you got to have something else mixed with that I seen two of the rap's best Blow slab off the map Y'all choose to follow them footsteps Be my guest May the best bless yo' chest May the bullets they send at it, find they self a new direction Please Lord, keep your angels with em' If they don't pray, let my prayers forgive em' See the world can't see it outside looking in But this here's some crazy sh** That's why (that's why) My gun (my gun) Stay co*ked (stay co*ked, stay co*ked) [x4] One of you silly n***as might have it in ya' To run up on me and try to earn ya' some stripes with your boyfriend But I'm gonna tell you like this I'm the wrong son of a b**h to be f**ing with I ain't with the bullsh** I could throw my sh** up Turn the white in your eye red Hit ya' with a uppercut, a jab and some more sh** I'm used to seeing murders That ain't nothing that's new, kid Popping pistols ain't nothing but pulling the trigger I've seen em' get murdered I stood right next to him Damn near sh** on myself, thinking that I was hit sh**, that's why (that's why) I stay strapped Cause I never know when I have to snap snap And clap back That's why (that's why) My gun (my gun) Stay co*ked (stay co*ked, stay co*ked) [x4]

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