day and night For better or worse, ups and downs Or just plain old fist fights Packin' all the weight Puttin' in work from birth Running myself in the dirt
an I had his snow bunny Climbin the bed post Feedin her dog meat In love with the nine inch, so she steady calls me Tells me she's leavin, I know the reason
of the sewers, I'm the honorable Diddy I taste the dirt in my sweat, that's from the Harlem struggle All in my swagger, that's the reason why I got my
Sanctuary Yes, these are hard times to be livin' in Out in the wasteland where love's a give away I fall on my face like a rebel in the dirt Sanctuary
Ia??m circling every thought, My reason has awoken. Change it wona??t matter much, The overwhelming taste of sweet mutinies. Deathening on my thoughts
to spread out to ten cities I can throw assists all night like I'm M. Bibby Harlem got a fuckin' reason to front now Uptown, let's go we got a reason
deep in the SUV The bigger you blow, the less you see The more you hear, the real n**** lost his life right there It's hard to believe the flipper's the reason
, yeah) He stood on the corner with the rest of them Though he knew that this corner wasn't the best of him Hard streets and a life that crested him Dirt
m in, I belong next to Wilt Chamberlain I'm not at all a baller but I do know all the rules I refuse to let you be the reason that I lose And I ain't
heart And a bunch of lies that I told her And I bounced before the sheets, were warm See, I'm the type to love them And leave them for no reason, I'll
the truck What's the name of y'all jeweler tell 'em freeze me up Hating me kinky licks talking so much Lemme give these sons of bitches a reason to
it, put them things on the truck What's the name of y'all jeweler, tell 'em freeze me up Hating me kinky licks talking so much Lemme give these sons of bitches a reason
correct licks to collect chips And if I leave her, no question I'm destined to hurt And she's the reason half of the homies are restin in dirt It's Crooked
you bend to their rules and their fuckin' lies That's when I start to have pity on you You're living on a mound of dirt But you can't explain your reason
to me from you To bed with me each night Kept it clean Polished it well Cherished every cartridge, every shell Down, by the creek, under brush, under dirt
for the chain to Chino I see no reason to cry but I miss my baby boo And my nigga Spanky too It's true that the dirt I did From an O.G. to a snotty nose
feel it, kill it, if you conceal it, reveal it Bein' reasonable will leave you full of bullets, pull it Squeeze it till it's empty, tempt me, push me, pussies I need a good reason
(Girl, I got to go) Yeah, yeah, yeah (I got to go now, really) (Yeah, I'm kinda in a hurry) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh, huh, here's the reason why)