歌词：
Why Twenty Eight

feel she isn't here sometimes she cries and she doesn't know why she is only twenty-two and she feels her life is through blames it on fate, starts drinking at eight

up on the highway Why, oh why? Why they do me like that? Why would niggaz push pounds and powder? Why did bush knock down the towers? Why you around them cowards? Why

to eights, back to back with 'em And I'm sittin' on chrome, seven times platinum This is for my peeps With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz Escalades, twenty

do that kind of thing? Oh, windin' up twenty-one thousand, one hundred forty pounds of string What was he trying to prove? Who was he trying to impress? Why

way I prefer Your forty-four might do damage But see my streetsweeper's much worse My shotguns are cocked Make sure you're stayin' in line Me twenty

o'clock on the dot Checkin on my old rock spot I seen the same old set Heh, the small timers see me so they jet Buildin one-twenty-eight I got myself

on it from pitchin' crack Bitch I know Haitians, we speakin' Creole Bitch I'm a D-boy, still slingin' kilos I got twenty cars, why exaggerate? It cost

[8B] One time [TS] Beyotch! [8B] Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't retire! Verse One: Too $hort, Eightball From nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight

the street Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes Peep the steez, I represent for all those with twenty eight