Why - Sticky Fingaz, X-1, Still Living

Aight nigga hold it down baby, one love

Aiyyo, yo Bruce — ohhh shit!

Aiyyo nigga

Yo I know this ain’t that nigga Kirk

Yo Bruce — yo Bruce, that that nigga Kirk?

Look look, look at that nigga

Who that Dez?

— This Dez, whassup nigga?

Oh shit, nigga, when they let yo’ass out?

What the fuck you been drinkin?

Look like you bout to pass out

Nah, I’m aight G just had a little Olde E You know me — tryin to keep it cool play it low-key

You heard Brucey got knocked and Clay, he shot Fozee

Yeah, I know G, damn that shit is fucked up right?

Yo Bruce, you could drop me off at 57th &9th

Damn I would but I gotta pick up my seed and my wife

Plus you be on some other shit and I don’t need dirt in my life

Come on nigga I got the gas money, plus I got this L You gon’shit on me son?

I just got outta jail

Yeah aight god but I ain’t with the bullshit no more

What you talkin bout man?

Put that cigarette out

Oh what, you don’t smoke no more?

Nah it’s just a new car and don’t slam my door

Aight but on the way I need to make a stop at the store

See, give a nigga a inch, he take a yard

But you my dog, so I’ma keep it real with you God, come on Aight good looking nigga

You better buckle up nigga

(Chorus: repeat 2X)

We live our life like this, we live our life like this

We live our life like this, we live our life like this

We live our life like this — why?

Aiyyo, pull over right there nigga (where?)

Right beside that blue Lexus (where you goin?)

I just gotta go pick up some money;

I’ll be back in a few seconds

Yeah aight don’t let a few seconds turn into some minutes

cause I’ll bounce on you nigga, tires burnin wheels spinnin

Nigga you leave me?

Your ass’ll never hear the end of it Yeah aight God whatever man just hurry up and cut the bullshit

(«Inside the jewelry store»)

«Aight you know what this is everybody on the motherfuckin floor.

Take that shit off!»

«Yo, I’m Tyrone Holmes.

I ain’t givin up nothin.»

«What nigga?

(*two gun shots*) Fuck that.

Motherfucker.

Stop cryin!»

(«Outside at the same exact time»)

Only two minutes double parked, here come cops

Saw 'em in the rear view, that’s when I heard shots

I seen the store door open, it all happened in slow motion

My man running with his gun smoking (Oh shit!)

I’m ready to pull off and act like I don’t know him

Nigga, yo go nigga go, go, God

You don’t you see the cops?

You buggin

What?

How they gon’catch us?

We in a S-500

Nah, you lunatic ass nigga I ain’t goin down for you

Nigga we could get away

but if we get caught, they gon’hang you too

Damn

Now we doin bout a hundred miles per hour down back blocks

About a million things on my mind, a nigga that hot

This clown next to me, actin like he hit the jackpot

Nigga what the fuck is your problem?

I got the loot (What loot?)

You beefin with me ain’t gon’get us out of hot pursuit

Yo, I heard shots, what was that?

Some fool wouldn’t give me his jewels

See, you whylin God, I’m thinkin bout my wife and my kid

Nigga my life, I ain’t tryin to do no bid

Nigga I think you actin scared, if you really wanna know

You drivin too slow — YO nigga keep your eyes on the road

You almost spun outta control on that last pothole

Slow your role Kirk Jones son you just don’t know (I don’t know what?)

Yo the way I feel right now, I never felt iller

How you gon’crab me like this and violate a nigga?

Violate you?

Nigga you tryin to front on me?

Remember I’m the nigga in this bitch that got the heat

and before the cops catch me I’m holdin court in the street

You think I’m gon’let the cops get you, arrest you

(Now you thinkin) handcuff you?

You crazy?

I wanna kill you

(What?) You selfish motherfucker you ain’t seein the light

Remember I was supposed to be pickin up my seed and my wife

(Shut up) Now I’m a wanted accomplice in a jewelry heist

Fuck, you want me to say I’m sorry I swear, look me in my eyes

But if you gon’act like a bitch nigga then let me drive

«Yo son what the fuck you doin God?»

«Yo fuck that.»

«Get off the steerin wheel.»

«Yo fuck that nigga, you act like a real pussy nigga.»

«Yo, you whylin son, you gon’make me crash!»

(«The assalaints begin to fight in their own stupidity.

Instead of working together to get away, they do the exact opposite —

and wind up heading for a tragic situation.

Now I’ll let you hear the rest.»)

«Yo, yo relax.

I got this, I got this God!»

Oh shit!

Yo, yo — yo Bruce!

Oh shit.

Come on man, come on man, you be aight man

Yo yo, it’s not that bad man, it’s not that bad man

Trust me — yo would I lie to you man?

Trust me man (I don’t think I’ma make it God)

Oh shit.

it’s gon’be alright man

(Tell my wife I love her)

Yo Bruce man, don’t don’t fuckin die on me man