Busta Rhymes Featuring Dmx Jay-z Why We Die Lyrics

Why We Die Lyrics

[DMX]
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 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 (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!)

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 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 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 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

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 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!

Chorus w/ minor variations