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Lyrics for Why We Die by DMX:
| | | Artist: | DMX |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Track: | Why We Die | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 90 | | | | Lyrics: | Uhh, that's some shit..
..that that that niggaz ain't even seen before
That's that shit!
(Motherfuckers ain't never seen
nothing like this before, for real man)
It's goin down
baby, uhh..
UHH! Busta Rhymes
WHAT?! Uhh, DMX nigga
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
I see ghosts clearly; even though, most don't hear me
They still wanna get near me
- fear me, so I'm leary
Kinda eerie what I'm feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin
Straight through the roof, want the truth?
I kinda miss robbin and stealin
cause
it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin when I starved
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me,
shit was hard
Went to God once in a while when it got a little too hectic
He was the
only one I knew that I respected (WHY?)
Didn't know why, didn't know what I was livin was a
lie
If I ain't shit then, why should I try
See, plenty niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in
the hood
Real good heart, but up to no good
Thought I did what I could, but I guess it,
wasn't enough
The Devil told me it would happen but I kept callin his bluff
When it
rains it pours now, my pains are yours
as yours are what's mine, define, revolvin doors
(nigga!)
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
(Why?) All my niggaz tell me (why) tell
me (we die)
Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it
From in my soul to every
word that I curse
with all the agony expressed in this verse;
let me ask my niggaz
(why?)
My niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Because we Gods nigga (and) we go the
yard nigga
Because I walk the ground under my feet
and keep it live and stay in tune
with the street
Now let me ask my niggaz (why?)
[Jay-Z]
They say the good
die young, in the hood where I'm from
I only got one question to that - why the fuck am I
here?
I look to the air, I ask God, "Love me please,"
but in reality, only people that
hug me is thieves
Same niggaz that send shots through my rugby sleeves
They wanna, slug
me and leave, I'm thinkin it must be me
Please shed light, the hood's dark
I did my dirt
but got a good heart
Shouldn't that count for somethin?
I was told I'd amount to nothin,
most of my childhood
Like (??) it was stuntin my growth
Seperated me from the shit I was
wantin the most
Felt myself comin close to pumpin them O's
Lump in my throat, chest
poked out, face was poker
Tryin to, erase my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got demons on
both shoulders,
tryin to chauffeur my life through the streets
In other words nigga my
will was weak
Please feel what I speak,
this ain't your average ordinary jargon
weak rap niggaz be talkin
This shit is deep, from the mind of Busta, 'X and me
To
all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet niggaz
[Chorus w/ minor
variations]
[Busta Rhymes]
I must be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you, never
See you too could get it through your FUBU sweater
like a nigga when he walk in the
dark, trespassin
on a nigga land, shots echo loud in the park
I live and die for all the
shit I believe
And rep for everything I stand for
with every single breath I breathe
Like the intake from cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale
the demon in the gutter
stressed struggled and broke
If the shit was all over tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure
for
my kids with a legacy for my CHILDREN to follow
You know it's funny how the good die first
Get the peppin in your steppin faggot nigga
cause you could die worse
Hold on, you
know I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin
REAL NIGGAZ in the midst of droppin this bomb
Allah blessin me to rep for the better, and carry on
somethin great and keep a nigga
name livin forever!
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