Luniz - Y Do Thugs Die? Lyrics
Thugs die, why me?Verse 1Numskull:All eyes on me, so that means all eyes against meSimply cuz I may do in this world what God sent meIf I said that I was gonna die,Would I be tellin the truth would I be lyinWould I be chillin in heaven or hell fryinDo thugs go to heaven even though we bettin bigLoot, makin green an lovin hootchie prostitutesJewels an big high rollin to the big partOf two main thugs who got plugged with slugs but had so much loveUntil tha paraphernalia, you cant floss or make millOne fellow dies in his click then its all hellBig poppa took hot ones 2pacalypse took hot onesNow, between east and west theres problemsIts true cuz who knows when you gonna die, whoKnows when and where, who knows tha reason whyWho goes and who stays who pause in these daysWho paves the roads waysWho makes bread and who playsNot rollin not doin what you love (uh-uh) an when I dieI wanna die in this business as a thugSo I ask you, why?Chorus:Why do thugs die, makes you wanna cryWhy do thugs die, cuz its insaneWhy do thugs die, makes you wanna cryWhy do thugs die, cuz its insaneVerse 2Yukmouth:Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, uh,Sometimes I wanna pray, sometimes I wanna say somethinTo God cuz only God can solve the problems of todayGet on my knees and pray, I cry and sayIf I die today please take my soul awayMake a brighter day for lil ? ? ? , that be my sonSo many people with money fall victim of the gunFor tryin ta rock your rhymes like ? ? ? caught two in the lungsWanted to get me, dear lord forgive me, I didntWanna die this quicklyGod the most expert hitman on earth to get meHad plans to have tha inner city killin each otherFirst pac now biggie, what really goes onLets hold on, like en vogue, cuz when them devils want you goneYou gone, tombstones and funeralHomes keep yo game strongMy little homie got his brains blown (pow!)Ready to get yo whobang on, c an rappin ron I miss yaDudes, how many brothers must we loseBefore we hit tha ballers fuedIts only hurtin me and youCuz they tryin to shut down our music that we useDont be confused, these ? ? ? folks to usControl the industry, got us programmed like new york is the enemyMan look what they did to kennedyWhy, why, why me, why me, why do thugs die playaChoursVerse 3Numskull:1, 2, 3 years of struggle, huddles and plansCant amount to millions bubbleThats why we keep stacks tucked and cuddledI praise any human makin loot by the truck loadsMy motto stay clean like pimps in el doradoOr any real playa makin ripples in the pond,Got hustles for days, kinda makes me think of mineAnd by the time Im 30 I wanna own them thingsIn your ear (what) bubble for 20Years if the world is still hereYukmouth:Uh-huh, huh, playboy, it seems like everybody with breadGet indicted by the fedsAnd family members end up dead, redrumI used to read psalms and go to church to be an usherThen of course the terms they got worserEveryday is a different murder, so manyFunerals and waits, pour out liquor smoke bluntsIn the face when thugs die, you cant stop cryinCuz I lost my momma then my father in `95, I ask the lord whyWhy thugs die, why do thugs dieIts like that there playboysWatch your back cuz its goin down manThis goin out to all the fallen soldiersWho died in the line of duty, you know what Im sayinMy playboy tupac, rest in peaceMy playboy, biggie smalls, one love rest in peaceTo all the other soldiers, everybody who lost somebodyYou know (world wide)Reminisce, lets do this, pour out some liquorSmoke some blunts with your folksThey lookin down on us proudThere is a heaven for a g playboy, thats realBelieve me, done deal, done deal, done deal, done deal, uhChorus(till end)
