[Intro]
Why? Why? Why?
I'm so fuckin scared
They say nothings confusing

Money and the power

[Skinny Pimp verse 1]
I started off in the hood
Tryin a rob me a lemon
I should've started pimpin
Cause I had plenty of women
But they didn't wanna pay a pimpin playa
They be actin strange
You see us n***as all we was thinkin about
Was makin a stang
We hit a couple of fools
For a couple of keys
We came clean with them '93 Cherokee's
We used to sell a little dope for the hell of it
But one of my partners got caught
Doing the same old shit
We used to wear them ski mask
When we needed money
But the shit became a headache
Cause so many n***as be frontin
A yo, frontin is another word for high cappin
Tryin to show off material things
Fool, caught ya slippin
He didn't wanna drop it off
So, I shot 'em in the head
And after that
I was so fuckin scared
[Chorus]
Why? Why? Why?
I'm so fuckin scared
They say nothings confusing

Money and the power

[Skinny Pimp verse 2]
I called all my n***as up
Cause I was going broke again
Dixie Homes, Woodlawn
N***as fina make some ends
Homicide, N***a 9
They set them fools up
We got our shotguns, Tec 9s and Glock
Dante, he was rollin in a Chevy
With Son Torrie and Blackla and Crazy 2
And Yo Lynch
Lil Wolf, he was rollin with Julio
Chris, Dirty Kenny
They was ridin with my n***a Lo
That lets yo know
We was fuckin with some heavy weights
Kill a bitch, dump 'em in a ditch
Quick, fuck a pistol play
Full of the Bull and the bud
And I'm high enough
Nerd fucka, caught a silly sucka
But he's rollin in a Lexus
The fool had cheese like the government clans and
Followed this stupid ass negro to his mansion
Hello
The lemon lame had a briefcase
211 caught him from behind
Stuck that 9 in his face
Raise up your hands
And drop it off, son
Assed out
The n***a dropped flat on his knees
Damn he scared the shit outta me
Let go, my yayo
Cause I ain't with that bullshit
Come to find out
Lil pimpin was a Jehovah witness
Damnnn
I'd better stop all this bullshit
Before bad luck hit
I was so fuckin scared
[Skinny Pimp verse 3]
Now I remember back when I was bangin
I wasn't in a gang or nothin
I was just a hangin with my thangs
But suckas I didn't like
They started trouble with me
We used to blast them hoes
We caught 'em slippin in the streets
See brothers in the hood ain't changed
It's just that reefer, malt liquor
And yo that weed
Got us actin strange
Little did I know that them suckas had it going on
Cause they was makin that m-o-n-e-y
From sellin our songs
They didn't wanna pay me and 211
Our money spot
So I had to smack his bitch ass
With my 4-5 Glock
That gat went off
It ricocheted, hit my roll dawg
Everybody was screamin and thangs
So we just balled off
A y'all, I marked that fool
Up off my hit list
Ya see that coward
Put the blue boys in our business
A yo, it still ain't over
Til I crack his head
Y'all bitches better be scared