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]