Letras:
Card Michael Why

Why did it have to be a friend Who chose to betray the Lord Why did he use a kiss to show them That's not what a kiss is for Only a friend can betray

Can't you see that I'm a East Coast stunna Hey hey you must misunder-stand I don't spend all to bend that over Hey hey Why you lookin' like that for?

, I can get that nigga anytime Have Keith sweatin starin down the barrel from my nine Since these Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam I put the gun to Cardan

your yard You can pull all the cards But I won't back down, oh, no I won't back down, oh, no Girl, shake that ass like a donkey with Parkinsons Make like Michael

strapped like your neighborhood trap dealer I got rifles that blow ya below ya bible belt And Mac-11's that leave you wetter than Michael Phelps But

your yard You can pull all the cards But I wont back down Oh no I wont back down Oh no Gotta shake that ass like a Donkey with Parkinsons Make like Michael

know you got the paper They be looking real funny (Where they at x3) They wanna pull out a black card I'ma pull out a golden express card on 'em Fly

If ya broke then just say so 'Cause the Bentley that you rentin', yo, it's just got to go Back to the black man sto' Along with ya weave cop a new Afro Why

I die what will be my reward? Have to know, I'd have to know, my Lord, I'd have to know, I'd have to know, my Lord, Why should I die? Oh why should