Why (Screwed|Explicit)

Why (Screwed|Explicit) - Z-RO

Why do they worry me

Because the game ain't what it use to be

Where did all the G's go uh huh

I be beeping niggaz with cell phones

So why the f**k the call back take so long

If I depended on my niggaz

I'd stay stranded at home

But everytime I got a show

My telephone ring

They wanna f**k with me when

I'm in the spotlight

Trying to get in friends smoke and lean

Feel me when a ni**a say that

I don't love nobody

The same person you call a partna

Might try to slug your body

Never ever underestimate the next man's greed

And it ain't no love if it come down to it

Second and first cousins even bleed

Losing love for my partnas

Because they treat me like a stranger

Plus my ni**a for life

Is headed straight for the gas chamber

I took an oath and said you didn't do it

But when the judge winked at the prosecutor

We knew we blew it

Why do they worry me

Because the game ain't what it use to be

Where did all the G's go uh huh

And it ain't no such thang as a faithful broad

But I've been blessed to peep the game

That's why I'm thankful lord

So all the love letters and roses that you send her

She won't even much feel

'Cause all the while

The b**ch be phonier than a for dolla bill

Some niggaz got more b**ch in them than b**ches

Always pulling a strap

Sending more chicks up out they boxing game

But hiding behind a gat

If you pull the thang on me

I might provoke you to use it

'Cause my life my life is painful

And I ain't scared to lose it

Even though it's brightly lit I live in darkness

Keep a pistol

With an extra cartridge

They mistake my paranoia for being heartless

I wanna live in peace but drama won't allow me

That's why my mind is gone

I'm seeing X's and ounces to tree

I know I've called up on your name in vein

But I'm humble when I bow

If there was ever a time I needed you god

I need you now

Lord have mercy too many suicidal thoughts

So I sold my piece

But what's worse

Knowing you live in hell or being

A lost soul in the streets

Why do they worry me

Because the game ain't what it use to be

Where did all the G's go uh huh

And I will never understand why the governor

Know innocent people living on death row

And all he do is stand by

No evidence on dinkie so we feeling the stress

But you gotta satisfy public when in arrest

Whatever happened

To innocent until proven otherwise

I promised I been dramatized

Ever since the day that my mama died

I'm running away from righteousness

And learning to sin

But the same niggaz I kicked the do with

Facing five to ten

So I've been blessed to a certain extent

And given a privilage

Where if a sentenced committed

I'm forgiven when I repent

When the police pull us over

They wonder why we're nervous

Too many jobs defy with homicides

And funeral services

And if I die please make it quick no pain

At least I know I left a stain in they brain

If it's time to die I won't cry

Just make it quick with no pain

At least I know I left a motherf**king stain

Why do they worry me

Because the game ain't what it use to be

Where did all the G's go uh huh

Where did all the G's go

Why do they worry me

Yeah because the game ain't what it use to be

Where did all the G's go