Why We Die (feat. DMX & Jay-Z)

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 want to 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!)

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?)

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 want to, 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

Liked by folks it was stuntin' my growth

Separated 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

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?)

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!

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?)