Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Why We Die, artist - Busta Rhymes. Date of issue: 08.06.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Why We Die |
| 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!) |
| (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?) |
| 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 |
| 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! |