Busta Rhymes, JAY-Z, DMX - Why We Die lyrics

Ugh this here some shit that that that
Niggas ain't even seen before this that shit
Motherfuckers ain't never seen nothing
Like this before for real, man
It's goin', down, baby ugh, ugh
Busta Rhymes what!
Ugh dMX, nigga
Ugh, ugh ugh, ugh, ugh

I see ghosts clearly
Even though most don't hear me
They still wanna get near me
(Ungh) , fear me, so I'm leary
Kinda eerie what I'm feeling (What)
From the floor, to the ceilin'
Straight through the roof
Want the truth? I kinda
Miss robbin' and stealin' (C'mon)
'Cause it kept a nigga hungry
Only eatin' when I starved (Ugh)
I was ugly


So I robbed no one loved me shit was hard
(C'mon) 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? (Unh)
See, plenty niggas die over dumb
Shit up in the hood
Real good heart, but up to no good (Damn)
Thought I did what I could
But I guess it wasn't enough (Uh, huh)
The Devil told me it would happen
But I kept callin' his bluff (Uh, huh)
When it rains, it pours now
My pains are yours as yours are what's mine
Define revolvin' doors (Nigga)

(Why?) All my niggas tell me
(Why) tell me (We die)
'Cause we crazy with it
(Hunh) , quick to blaze you with it (Ha)
From in my soul to every word that I curse
With all the agony expressed in this verse
Let me ask my niggas (Why?)
My niggas, 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 (Huh)
And keep it live and stay
In tune with the street
Now let me ask my niggas (Why?)

Ugh, 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 that 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 that 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 ghostses
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 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, niggas

(Why?) All my niggas tell me (Why) tell me
Ah! (We die) 'Cause we crazy with it
(Hunh) , quick to blaze you with it (Ha)
From in my soul to every word that I curse
(Ah)
With all the agony expressed in this verse
(Ha) let me ask my niggas (Why?)
My niggas tell me (Why) tell me, ah! (We die)
Because we Gods, nigga
(And) we go the yard nigga
Because I walk the ground under my feet
(Huh! Ha) and keep it live and stay
In tune with the street
Now let me ask my niggas (Why?)

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 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 niggas in the midst
Of droppin' this bomb
Allah blessin' me to rep for the better
And carry on something great
And keep a nigga name livin' forever
Now tell me

(Why?) All my niggas tell me (why) tell me
Ah! (we die) 'Cause we crazy with it
(Hunh) , quick to blaze you with it (Ha)
From in my soul to every word that I curse
With all the agony expressed in this verse
Let me ask my niggas (Why?)
My niggas tell me (why) tell me, ah! (we die)
Because we Gods nigga
(and) we go the yard nigga (Ha)
Because I walk the ground under my feet
(Hunh) and keep it live and stay
In tune with the street
Now let me ask my niggas (Why?)