DMX - Why We Die Lyrics
Uhh, thats some shit....that that that niggaz aint even seen beforeThats that shit! (mother*****ers aint never seenNothing like this before, for real man)Its goin down baby, uhh..Uhh! busta rhymesWhat? ! uhh, dmx niggaUhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhhI see ghosts clearly; even though, most dont hear meThey still wanna get near me - fear me, so Im learyKinda eerie what Im feelin - from the floor, to the ceilinStraight through the roof, want the truth?I kinda miss robbin and stealinCause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin when I starvedI was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, shit was hardWent to God once in a while when it got a little too hecticHe was the only one I knew that I respected (why? )Didnt know why, didnt know what I was livin was a lieIf I aint shit then, why should I trySee, plenty niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the hoodReal good heart, but up to no goodThought I did what I could, but I guess it, wasnt enoughThe devil told me it would happen but I kept callin his bluffWhen it rains it pours now, my pains are yoursAs yours are whats 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 itFrom in my soul to every word that I curseWith 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 niggaBecause I walk the ground under my feetAnd keep it live and stay in tune with the streetNow let me ask my niggaz (why? )[jay-z]They say the good die young, in the hood where Im fromI only got one question to that - why the ***** am I here?I look to the air, I ask god, love me please,But in reality, only people that hug me is thievesSame niggaz that send shots through my rugby sleevesThey wanna, slug me and leave, Im thinkin it must be mePlease shed light, the hoods darkI did my dirt but got a good heartShouldnt that count for somethin?I was told Id amount to nothin, most of my childhoodLike (? ? ) it was stuntin my growthSeperated me from the shit I was wantin the mostFelt myself comin close to pumpin them osLump in my throat, chest poked out, face was pokerTryin to, erase my ghostes, chase the smokersGot demons on both shoulders,Tryin to chauffeur my life through the streetsIn other words nigga my will was weakPlease feel what I speak,This aint your average ordinary jargonWeak rap niggaz be talkinThis shit is deep, from the mind of busta, x and meTo 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, neverSee you too could get it through your fubu sweaterLike a nigga when he walk in the dark, trespassinOn a nigga land, shots echo loud in the parkI live and die for all the shit I believeAnd rep for everything I stand forWith every single breath I breatheLike the intake from cigarette smoke, its like you inhaleThe demon in the gutter stressed struggled and brokeIf the shit was all over tomorrow, Id leave a treasureFor my kids with a legacy for my children to followYou know its funny how the good die firstGet the peppin in your steppin faggot niggaCause you could die worseHold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of reppinReal niggaz in the midst of droppin this bombAllah blessin me to rep for the better, and carry onSomethin great and keep a nigga name livin forever![chorus w/ minor variations]
