Why We Die lyrics

Artist  : Dmx 
Song : Why We Die



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 Uhh, that's some shit.. 
..that that that niggaz ain't even seen before 
That's that shit! (Motherf**kers 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, sh*t
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 sh*t 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 f**k 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 sh*t 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 sh*t 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 sh*t 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 sh*t 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! 

[Chorus w/ minor variations]