Why We Die ft. Jay-Z & DMX
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Uh, uh
Busta Rhymes
WHAT?
Uh, DMX nigga
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
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
Didn't know why, didn't know what I was livin was a lie
If I ain't shit then why should I try?
Seen plenty niggas 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 was once mine, divine, revivin doors, nigga
Why, all my niggas tell me, why, tell me
We, die, cause we crazy wit it, quick to blaze you wit it
From in my soul to every word that I curse
With all the agony expressed in this verse
Let me ask my niggas
Why, all my niggas tell me, why, tell me
We, die, cause we Gods nigga, and go to 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 niggas
Yo, 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, ask God, love me please
But in reality, only people to hug me is thieves
Same niggas 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, life by folks, it was stuntin my growth
Separatin 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 ghostses, chasin 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 niggas 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 nigga
You 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 that go 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 that I breathe
Like the intake from cigarette smoke
It's like you inhale the demon in
The gutter, stressed, strugglin broke
If the shit was all over tomorrow
I 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 pep and then you step it
Faggot nigga cause you could die worse
Hold on, you know I cut off my arm
In the name of reppin real niggas in the midst of droppin this bomb
Allah blessed me to rep for the better
And carry on somethin great and keep a nigga name livin forever
Now tell me