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How Many Times?

How many times will I ask myself why
How many times?
How many times will I ask myself why
How many times will I cry?

How many times will you honk your horn and say, Fuck you?
Now what the fuck does that do?
Ya' feel better now? I didn't let ya' pass
How 'bout I stop my car and beat your fucking ass?

How many times will my neighbor beat his wife?
Somewhere in that house there's a butcher knife
Fuckin' drunk, swinging his fists about
Why don't she wait until he sleeps and take him out?

How many times will I sit in a hot car?
Traffic jam, been sittin' for a fuckin' hour
Must've been an accident, hope nobody died
Finally get there and the crash is on the other side
The gawkers roll by and creep slow
Hopin' they can see a mangled body show
Some park and stand there and watch it all
With their kids, they point and fuckin' stare
And just look...

I remember one time I was pulled over
Hand-cuffed, the cop was like, Show's over
People watching, hoping that he shoots me
I just wanted to choke their fucking heads

How many times will I ask myself why
How many times?
How many times will I ask myself why
How many times will I cry?

How many times will I wait in a...line?
It's three-thirty, I fuckin' got here at nine
I'm finally up at the front, can't wait another minute
Why am I here? To pay a fucking parking ticket
The lady at the front counter acts like a fuckin' bitch
No smiles, no help, you're just a piece of shit
I'm getting pissed, calm down, forget it
Back to my car, and there it is, another ticket

How many times will a crackhead smoke crack?
Then ask me for some money 'cause he wants crack
Give him money, he's coming back
Walks away and here's another, Gimme some crack

How many times will a kid give a dirty look?
A little punk-ass bitch tryin' to be a crook
I wrote the book, I was out robbin' liquor stores
When you were just a nut stain in ya' mamma's drawers

How many times will I ask myself why
How many times?
How many times will I ask myself why
How many times will I cry?

How many times will you steal my car stereo?
It don't even work, you feel like a bitch, don't ya?
I vacuum all the fuckin' glass off from my seat
I sit down, I got a piece in my buttcheek

How many times did I walk in and just sit?
And have to listen and learn all this bullshit
Learning history and science, fuckin' wait
Knowing that, will that put food on my plate?
Can I walk into McDonalds, Up to the counter
And tell them you can make limestone out of gunpowder?
Will they give me a cheeseburger if I know that shit?
FUCK NO! FUCK YOU AND SHUT YOUR FUCKING LIPS!

How many times will a judge decide my fate?
Who is he? A bitch, nothing great
He takes shits and fucks his old floppy wife
Plays with his balls and JUDGES MY LIFE!

How many times will I ask myself why
how many times?(And who the fuck is he? HE JUDGES MY LIFE!)
How many times will I ask myself why
How many times will I cry?(And who the fuck is he? HE JUDGES MY LIFE!)

How many times will I ask myself why
How many times?(HE JUDGES MY LIFE!)
How many times will I ask myself why
How many times will I cry?(HE JUDGES MY LIFE!)

Thanks

Skit:
Dude, I peels cats all day long, motha' fucka'
They call me the big-wheela', cat-peela'
Ya' know what I'm saying? I run this whole mo' fucker
The whole block, dawg, they call me the king
The big king, big-wheela', king-killa', cat peela'
Yeah, that's what they call me around this motha' fucker
I run this bitch, I got this bitch locked down
I'm a big gang-banger, man, I'm a gang-bangin' motha' fucker
They didn't think we was gang-banging out in this neighborhood
But they don't know about me and my clique, dawg
And if you all wanna be down, we can sit down and talk, ya know?

(HENRY! Get your ass in here right now and finish your homework!)

Aw..Here I come! Man, I gotta go
Meet me here tomorrow after school, Wait...no, I got yearbook
Aight, meet me here around five-thirty tomorrow, dawg
Aight dawgs, peace

(I hope he doesn't get grounded, man.)
(Yeah, me too, cause then we can't be gang-bangers!)

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