Lyrics

{Verse 1} I'm still the one the rappers look up to When they want to know how to do it And they can't figure out why the fuck you still love That nigga you were tryin to ruin Probably cuz a nigga knows shit from sugar And could see through what you doin But you made that bed and you bathed that nigga so the mob will start a chewin Saw a nigga more cuz I know a let ya down and the thing that we pursuin Don't wanna leave but gotta go right now cuz I gotta face the music Sky can all but be blue and calm Specially with a storm blowin Just be strong, we done seen it before so you know we can make it through it I know it kinda hurt but don't let em see you sweat Just act like there's nothing to it They laughin right now but they gon cry later, wouldn't tell ya it if it wasn't true Come here baby, it's alright, stop boo-hooin Daddy gon be back up that real real soon Come here {Hook} WHY! Why you gotta make yo mamma cry? Hah? Can't Stay on the street cuz thats where ya gon die Yeah I fell Can't Stay on the street cuz thats where ya gon die WHY! Why you gotta make yo mamma cry? Hah? Can't Stay on the street cuz thats where ya gon die Come here Come here, let me talk to yall Come here, come here Come here, let me talk to yall {Verse 2} Left right. I been right. And I ain't gotta get right I'm Real, I'm straight up like a motherfuckin pinstrip I called but you been tied, rolled but you been like Does a motherfucker reckon tell er gesundheit? Tell that motherfucker you was in the big house Tell the motherfucker what you made up and Tell the motherfuckers how they used to treat you Tell em what you gonna do when you get out Shake them fuckin streets, break them fuckin beats Knock that motherfucker down, tear that bitch to pieces Rappers in for the spot that I'm runnin Nigga proud of the place that you hung in Tell me who gon be gone for that long Then get back on top. How many niggas ever done that? Sure that wasn't nothing but a setback Show em just how a real nigga come back Make him wish that he never would've did that And the motherfuckin ass gon regret that That dog gon have his day You'll see that when it's over, don't fret, don't cry no more Come lay on daddy's shoulder {Hook} WHY! Why you gotta make yo mamma cry? Hah? Can't Stay on the street cuz thats where ya gon die Yeah I fell Can't Stay on the street cuz thats where ya gon die WHY! Why you gotta make yo mamma cry? Hah? Can't Stay on the street cuz thats where ya gon die Come here Come here, let me talk to yall Come here, come here Come here, let me talk to yall {Verse 3} I'm still hard like I always was So I imagine if a nigga ain't have to leave One of the coldest motherfuckers that Ever touched the mic, ain't no tellin where I'd be Probly some where at the top of the pile at a height that you can't believe And what you did and you didn't do During my career, We gone keep between you and me How the fuck you have a dog but you don't wanna feed him and expect him not to leave? How the fuck you think you can cut ya nigga that deep and expect him not to bleed? I'm fuckin him up, back at yo house, when it be messy Should've rolled with me now dip me Not none of these niggas can catch me But rap was there for me more than my closest homey Never turned on me, fed me when i was hungry I just was stuck a second, you ain't give a fuck you waited All that's over now, that alja baby {Hook} Boy! Why you gotta make yo mamma cry? Hah? Stay on the street cuz that where you gon die Yeah I fell Can't Stay on the street, Stay on the street cuz that where you gon die Why you gotta make yo mamma cry? Hah? Can't stay on the street cuz that where you gon die Come here Come here, let me talk to yall Come here, sit down, shut up Come here, let me talk to yall {Outro} Ayo you new rappers I told you class was in session But this class was like in the 1940's Where if you fuck up and get wrong We put you over our fuckin knee And we beat the shit out of you Mystikal Still a fuckin problem You get it? 1940's Old school class is in fuckin session Beatin yall niggas over the head