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Mary J. Blige:] Whyyyyyy, whyyyyyy Whyyyyyy, whyyyyyy [Chorus - Will Smith - while Mary repeats in background:] I really wish I could explain it baby
in New York I don't know what you thought hops, but chief I got tall props Some cats think I'm six feet I'm so deep Some stunts be thinkin I'm six
and Jesse James I will - write your outro, ghost write your life I'm so author, I should smoke a pipe I disregard all subliminal gestures I'm the lead
SO WHAT IT LOOK LIKE) I might be white, but I still possess the skills To rip mic's, when I'm sober, when I'm schwilled I keep it real, With my vocabulary
so if I miss you'll be facin barrels by midknight And that's on these four fingers I hold high Anybody who crosses my mobsta family they die I hollered
I'm the sultan of the ghetto, the homicidal aficionado I empty niggas out like Cristal bottles, uh When I battle, I'm breaking Bentleys down to gravel I
[INTRO] - Why, why, why, why, why. Why [CHORUS] I really wish I could explain it baby (why), It's just the world is kinda crazy baby (why), Ain't no
the Eiffel-Eiffel Tower-Tower I need a beat Doing-doing dirty, I'm your-your thought You're bein'-bein' taken-taken, the musical boom I'm in full trating
And I Ain't Talkin Oprah It's Me My Eyes Lower I Should Have Been A Chauffer My Driver's Like Noone Well Rick James, Maury, Jane MuthaFuck Ya Sofa I Mean Your Couch I'm Jokin' I
left from all our misery Ohh Ohh I want a revelry Fight goes on with victory while I watch in my defeat And I surrender all that's left of me But you and I
They realizin I ain't havin that shit Don't be surprised, I'm hypnotizin every tramp that she with I send 'em out like Vanity 6 and I mean that I'm doggin
the Eiffel Tower I need a beat Doing dirty, I'm your thought You're bein' taken, the musical boom I'm infiltrating your eardrums Increasing the rate of vibration I
keith murray ] Yo, hey yo, I step out the shell like a black pearl But come to destroy you of all worlds I eat you inside out like stress The best, I
in it But if I hit it, I'll let you slide 'cause my windows tinted Like my seats, we fleet you's and me between the sheets Sometimes for weeks where I live I
in new york I don't know what you thought hops, but chief I got tall props Some cats think I'm six feet I'm so deep Some stunts be thinkin I'm six-fo
Well, I'd be dead by thirty-three That was my best guess But hey, here I am this morning Singing happy birthday to me As I clean up all this mess Because
