Why Must I Sweat da Track

Lyrics

[DJ Paul talking] [Hook: DJ Paul] I say why must I, why must I, why must I sweat da track? Cause I got green, I got pills, syrup, and I keep some crack And I got cone on my phone on a plane comin' to me With that bag of that cash, ain't nobody fuckin' with me [Verse 1: Crunchy Black] Standin' on the track, tryin' to get the paper Babe in these shoes hoes catch a vapor Ten toes down on you motherfucking haters Bout to pour up me a motherfucking eighter Roll me a blunt, pullin' me a stunt Looking for them junkies, tryin' to give 'em what they want See I got crack and I got pills And I got powder and I got deals around here [Verse 2: DJ Paul] Catch me out here on my new track shit No mo' corners, I'm in these white clubs ya snitch I be the first to admit I ain't no role model But I keep that white girl 'n these white girls are like super models In that bathroom, blowin' lines, blowin' time Gettin' blowjobs the whole times, blowin' minds I switched the track up for better, I'm in some better places Bringin' blow money, said it to these puppy dog faces [Hook: DJ Paul] I say why must I, why must I, why must I sweat da track? Cause I got green, I got pills, syrup, and I keep some crack And I got cone on my phone on a plane comin' to me With that bag of that cash, ain't nobody fuckin' with me [Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca] I'm a (?) raised, made it out the projects Thirty one, lost none, never used the bone flex Everyone I look up to is traitin', that's bullshit Niggas eat steak while I'm locked up in this bitch (?) I'm thinkin' that they gonna kick the door in But they never did, I'm all alone like Legend I put this on God, I don't fucks with 'em no mo' Housed up on the fourth floor Koopsta ain't no damn hoe [Hook: DJ Paul] I say why must I, why must I, why must I sweat da track? Cause I got green, I got pills, syrup, and I keep some crack And I got cone on my phone on a plane comin' to me With that bag of that cash, ain't nobody fuckin' with me [Verse 4: Fiend] I hear you gangsta, but that's not true On the block got these people being lied to Clockers sellin' bullshit, he tryin' to devise you lil bih A hard hoe out here can't be blind to the cold out here Didn't go, not a clue, why they do nuttin' here Had the crack, say "oh what do we got here?" As sure as (?) refused to had on fake shit even close to me Motherfuck their side, they plan on smokin' me 24 karat rosary, playas in that smoke glow up We just hopin' that this work, don't slow up You throw up, roll up, pour up Mafia 6ix and Fiend - every neighbourhood know us! [Hook: DJ Paul] I say why must I, why must I, why must I sweat da track? Cause I got green, I got pills, syrup, and I keep some crack And I got cone on my phone on a plane comin' to me With that bag of that cash, ain't nobody fuckin' with me