Kevo - Why? lyrics

[Hook - 2x] Why y'all over there, looking at me Got hating in your eyes, I can plainly see Don't wanna see another n***a, up on his feet Shake my hand, but at the same time be plotting on me [Lyrical 187] Now let me get this straight, you got your mind on jacking me right You got your pistols ready, to go to war with me right In the middle of the night, blood stained carpet Your heart stop pumping, and your nerves start-a jumping They should of told you something, I tell you bout your friends Mama said they there first, and then they disappear It appears we have a situation, one aggression Move short, of an altercation n***as in the background, waiting for the drama to jump off They got some young b**h ha, she wanna shoot a n***a in the mouth f** what they talking bout, 1-8-7 comes strapped and Him not afraid, to beat them blood clot cats Y'all ain't ready for that, relax and slow down You moving too fast, you bout to make me calm you down Permanently, for even thinking about murdering me I'm that n***as, that y'all yearning to be [Hook - 2x] [Lyrical 187] Look at these fools looking at me, like I wan' murder them Slaughter them, what's it gotta take short of be pulling out the K And unloading 25 red hot, making 25 red spots Scattered cross they throwbacks, and leave em where they sleep And not even speed off, but creep away with big nuts And that Bad Azz Mix Tape, causing a thunder in my trunk It's Lyrical 1-8-7 the Terror, I'm telling you boys I'm ready Been doing this sh** for a long time, I can tie you up with spaghetti Got a rumble up in my belly boys, got a ringing in my ear Either that or I've been too close with too many shots, all over the years In the club parking lot, with just a peek at the arsenal Have you ducking and dodging the five trucks, trying to make it home Too many god damn scars, don't deserve where they are Real n***as still work the block, we ain't made it that far yet But once we get there, we gon rip this b**h apart I wan' make sure I do my boys, I'll be the light up on the star [Hook - 2x] [Kevo] I know why you over there, hating at me It's simply, because I'm stacking here n***a recognize the real, Young Fever was pistol packing here Before a jacking them hammers, will get the clapping off in here Are you that mad, I Sprewell a fresh set of 84's Is it that bad, DTS got voice activated do's I'm not that cat, where your eyes should really wanna focus My game atrocious, I run em up out the house like roaches Y'all want me to stop my high, don't hold your breath I'm 3rd Ward at it's finest, I'm suppose to rep Fever wash up these watchers, like a Laundromat I don't just shoot at cinemats, b**h I'll bomb your hat Make me turn your Mitchell and Ness, to b**h you a mess My P-9 will eat through your vest, and tear up your flesh That's what happens, when you try to get this pimp out a pocket But you won't understand until your eyes, is stripped out they sockets [Hook - 4x]