(Intro)
Daddy was an absentee
Momma was on crack
Although I love the both of them
They didn�t love me back
I grew up the hard way
Ya see that�s just a fact
So maybe that explains
Why I act the way I act
They say if you don�t learn from it
History just repeats
So I spent my adolescent years
Runnin� in the streets
I was selling dope
Where the junkies came to meet
And I�ve seen homies gunned down
RIght in front of my feet
�( 1st Verse)
Ya had to watch yo� back
Even as a little kid
Depending on of course
The people you hung with
I was with a fast crowd
Guess it was obvious
They only worshiped money
And no one did they trust
I learned to be like �em too
And do the things I saw them do
Like being loyal to a crew
While hoping no one got to you
Especially someone that you knew
Oh you�d be paranoid too
If you went through
What I�ve been through
(Hook)
Why I act the way I act?
Is that a question or attack?
Why did I give up selling smack?
How come I turned to selling crack?
Here�s a word to the wise
Don�t take the time to analyze
I have my reasons and besides
I�m not the kind who confides
(2nd Verse)
Maybe it was preordained
From the very start
Who knew that I�d turn
Drug dealing into an art
Or have an ozone layer size
Hole inside my heart
That can make it very difficult
For an EKG to chart
I had to make a living
So I don�t apologize
For certain aspects of my life
That you may well despise
What gives you the right
To judge me or criticize
Or determine where I go
Straight to hell or if I rise
(Hook)
Why I act the way I act?
Is that a question or attack?
Why did I give up selling smack?
How come I turned to hustling crack?
Here�s a word to the wise
Don�t take the time to analyze
I have my reasons and besides
I�m not the kind who confides
(3rd Verse)
I�m a victim of circumstance
A brother from the hood
Who decided to take a chance
Because I thought I should
Do whatever I had to do
Almost anybody would
Come up with an escape plan
For their greater good
You don�t have to agree with me
Or the methods that I chose
You don�t have my history
As everybody knows
See you didn�t have to struggle
From the depths from which I rose
And you don�t have to constantly
Make sure you�re on your toes
(Hook)
Why I act the way I act?
Is that a question or attack?
Why did I give up selling smack?
How come I turned to hustling crack?
Here�s a word to the wise
Don�t take the time to analyze
I have my reasons and besides
I�m not the kind who confides
(Outro)
I�ve got lots of cash machines
To count the wages of my sins
I�m a man of means by all means
And I have lots of ends
�I drive all around this town
In a chauffeured Mercedes Benz
Though you can view me if you like
Through a magnifying lens
And I�ve beat more court cases
Than Jackie Robinson
Has stolen bases
I�ve made mistakes but keep your places
That�s why pencils have erasers
And some folks take their drinks
With chasers
(Hook)
Why I act the way I act?
Is that a question or attack?
Why did I give up selling smack?
How come I turned to hustling crack?
Here�s a word to the wise
Don�t take the time to analyze
I have my reasons and besides
I�m not the kind who confides
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