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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Double XX Posse
Double XX Posse
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Coleman
Brian Coleman
Songwriter
Raynard Howell Jr.
Raynard Howell Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rick Essig
Rick Essig
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

"Why did I have to do it? He asked for it"
"Bust some shit in his chest, now his whole body's swollen"
"Why did I have to do it? He asked for it"
"Bust some shit in his chest, now his whole body's swollen"
"Why did I have to do it? He asked for it"
It was just another day of living life in the ghetto
When I was coolin' with a crow and then she countin' my dough
When I got a funny feeling like somebody was clockin' me
Tryna see what I was gonna do with my currency
But yo, I didn't sweat it 'cause I know I can hold my own
And if they don't come right, they might not make it home
I checked the time and started steppin' to my residence
Thinking of all the ways that I could spend my dead presidents
On the way, I made a stop at the spot
To get myself some dirty work from the spot but the spot was hot
So a jetted with the quickness, headed straight for my house
When a joker with a mask jumped out
And said, "Yo, this is a stickup, give me all the money you got
And if you make a wrong move, you'll get shot"
I reached in my pocket and they came out with the bankroll
Then looked him in the eye told him, "Here you go"
He turned his back and thought he had it like that
But that was his worst mistake, now it's time to react
I combinated on him to the chest and to the head
(Boom, bip) And money needed a bed
On the concrete for thinking I was sweet, I put him to sleep
And when he woke up, he was off of his feet
It's his own fault, for tryna be a killer, he bought it
Why did I have to do it? (He asked for it)
Why did I have to do it? (He asked for it)
Why did I have to do it? (He asked for it)
Why did I have to do it? (He asked for it)
Why did I have to do it? (He asked for it)
"Bust some shit in his chest, now his whole body's swollen"
"Why did I have to do it? He asked for it"
"Bust some shit in his chest, now his whole body's swollen"
"Why did I have to do it? He asked for it"
Yo, there it the fuck is, ****
You ask for it, you gon' get it
You want that, you got that
Yo, Sug' (What's up?)
Tell these **** 'cause I don't wanna kick it
I met this freak and she was sexy as hell
She had a body that could blow a **** mind and she wore it well
She was a twenty on a scale of one to ten
But she had a friend, and that's the way it all begin
I used to see her walking to the store with her props up
And knew her situation but didn't give a fuck
I pushed up on her anyway and told her my name was Sugar Ray
I slid her my number and then I walked away
I figured, yo, if she was wit' it, she would let it be known
'Cause all she had to do was pick up the phone
I waited like a month and then she finally called me
To tell me she was feeling depressed and kinda lonely
I told her, "Don't you worry, baby, Sugar got what you need"
And then I shot to her crib at top speed
I rung her bell, she let me in and put me down
On how that **** she used to kick it with is still coming around
And tryna cause a lot of trouble, actin' shady
Sweatin' her every move and it was driving her crazy
I grabbed her by the hand and laid her head on my chest
That's when the door bust open, it was her ex
He started rushing at me tryna stick me with a shank that he had
But all he did to me was make me mad
I hooked him with the left and in the chest he caught it
Why did I have to do it? (He asked for it)
Why did I have to do it? (He asked for it)
Why did I have to do it? (He asked for it)
Why did I have to do it? (He asked for it)
Why did I have to do it? (He asked for it)
"Bust some shit in his chest, now his whole body's swollen"
"Why did I have to do it? He asked for it"
"Bust some shit in his chest, now his whole body's swollen"
"Why did I have to do it? He asked for it"
"Bust some shit in his chest, now his whole body's swollen"
"Why did I have to do it? He asked for it"
Alright, motherfucker, that's enough, aight
Now, look, in light of the situation, I think the D.A. don't really have enough sufficient evidence for your monkey ass
So, I'm gonna let you go this time
But if I ever catch ya in the Strong People's Court again
You listen good, motherfucker
I'm gonna give your ass life
Written by: Brian Coleman, Raynard Howell Jr.
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