Why the fuck they frontin like they is? (Yeah that's right, uh-huh) why'all niggaz ain't ready to die Yeah Yeah.. uh-huh Why'all niggaz ain't ready to die Ah-yo Dunn, aiyyo yo

(Yeah, yeah) I'm the underdog Say, I'm the underdog I know how it feels to be expect to get a fair shake But they won't let you forget That you're the underdog and you've got to be twice as good Even if you're never right They get uptight when you get

There's levels to your love And I know, we can get higher Levels, levels, levels, levels Yeah, Yeah, there's levels to your love And I keep on climbing up Let them go, all the one's tryna get in the door I'ma go where they all couldn't go Up a floor, up a

We gon' love who we wanna love Time won't let you stay young So, we don't care what they say Oh whoa, yeah, oh, oh whoa Oh whoa, yeah, oh We don't care what they say Yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah

We can all get some, yeah, we can all get paid Hey everybody, we don't have to live this way Yeah, Yeah, we've all been there before and it goes oh She maxed her credit cards and don't got a job She pays for gas with all the change in her car It's not the end

Yeah we all, yeah we all got a reason to drink 'Cause somebody somewhere's gettin' married today And somebody's home team, they just won state And some old boy's girl just left him If that's you, raise your hand, I got your next one Some of y'all just

They're gonna believe This is a story of a male female threat to society His story over mine His story (yeahee, yeahee, yeahee) Hist story (ow) Why you wanna go and tell a lie on me? (yeahee, yeah, oooh) His story over mine his story will be his story

Got to, got to have it Hey hey hey, hey, yeah now When I come home, hey hey Respect is what I need Give us, give us, give us, give us What you want, honey, you got it And what you need, baby, you've got it All I'm asking, for a little respect When I come

Ooh, that's a lot, lot Yeah, Yeah, look at them bands, that's a lot, lot Like, ooh, we don't stop, stop Yeah, Yeah, count it up, that's a lot, lot Like, hey, hey, that's a lot Yeah, Yeah, cashing checks out the box like Yeah, Yeah, count it up, that's a lot, lot, lot Said ooh,

Either die or go to jail that's a hell of decision But I'm wrong and I know it my excuses unimportant I'm just trying to let you know that I ain't think I had a choice, for real Hey, Hey, the price of fame cost to much (yeah boy) Like these niggas talk to