Why — Sticky Fingaz

feat. Still Livin,

Story Dialogue

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?

Verse 1

Oh shit, nigga, when they let yo' ass out? What the fuck you been drinkin? Look like you bout to pass out

Sf

You know me - tryin to keep it cool play it low-key You heard Brucey got knocked and Clay, he shot Fozee

Sf

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

Sf

You gon' shit on me son? I just got outta jail Yeah aight god but I ain't with the bullshit no more

Sf

Put that cigarette out

Sf

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

Sf

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

Sf

You better buckle up nigga

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?

Verse 2

Sf

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

Sf

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

Sf

You don't you see the cops? You buggin

Sf

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

Sf

but if we get caught, they gon' hang you too Damn

Chorus

Verse 3

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

Sf

You beefin with me ain't gon' get us out of hot pursuit Yo, I heard shots, what was that?

Sf

See, you whylin God, I'm thinkin bout my wife and my kid Nigga my life, I ain't tryin to do no bid

Sf

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?

Sf

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

Sf

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!"

Chorus

("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!"

{*argument continues, car crashes*}

Sticky Fingaz

Oh shit! Yo, yo - yo Bruce! Oh sh