The name of my little piece is umm, "Why"



I shot, three motherfuckers

that I didn't know why

I guess I just wanted to see somethin die

You see I bought this gun, for a few rocks

Just to get even, so I thought

with those shit-eatin cops

Holdin the cold blue steel in the palm of my hand

Not quite sixteen, yet totally a man

My only plan was money is MY hand

I wore: Felacci, Gucci, Nike's and Eddie B.

I was the COOLEST motherfucker in Southeast D.C.

School?  What the fuck

That was a thing of the past

Gettin paid

School and all that other square shit could KISS MY ASS

Mad at my bun, toy with my gun

Tipped on over to my favorite poolroom just to have some fun

Rips, was at full blast

so I CHALKED up my cue ready to kick some ass

I played a few hours, beat all the old timers

and was about to go

Until three.. ONE, of three BAMA motherfuckers

stepped on my toe

A split second later, whip-bam it was on

The ass-kickin begun

I ducked a few pool balls

and eased out my gun

Rat-a-Tat-Tat and that was that

Three was whacked

Ten years later, as I sit here in my jail cell about to cry

I'm thinkin, "I shot three motherfuckers and I don't know why"