[DJ Clue]
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ENOUGH!!! New Busta Rhymes! DMX! Jay-Z! Why We Die!
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[DMX]
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Uhh, that's some shit..
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..that that that niggaz ain't even seen before
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That's that shit! (Motherfuckers ain't never seen
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nothing like this before, for real man)
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It's goin down baby, uhh..
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UHH! Busta Rhymes
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WHAT?! Uhh, DMX nigga
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Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
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[DJ Clue]
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??? Busta Rhymes! Ruff Ryders!
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[DMX]
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I see ghosts clearly; even though, most don't hear me
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They still wanna get near me - fear me, so I'm leary
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Kinda eerie what I'm feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin
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Straight through the roof, want the truth?
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I kinda miss robbin and stealin
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cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin when I starved
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I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, shit was hard
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Went to God once in a while when it got a little too hectic
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He was the only one I knew that I respected (WHY?)
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Didn't know why, didn't know what I was livin was a lie
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If I ain't shit then, why should I try
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See, plenty niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the hood
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Real good heart, but up to no good
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Thought I did what I could, but I guess it, wasn't enough
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The Devil told me it would happen but I kept callin his bluff
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When it rains it pours now, my pains are yours
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as yours are what's mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!)
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[Chorus- Busta Rhymes]
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(Why?) All my niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die)
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Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it
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From in my soul to every word that I curse
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with all the agony expressed in this verse;
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let me ask my niggaz (why?)
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My niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die)
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Because we Gods nigga (and) we go the yard nigga
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Because I walk the ground under my feet
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and keep it live and stay in tune with the street
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Now let me ask my niggaz (why?)
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[DJ Clue]
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Yeah! Busta Rhymes! DMX! Jay-Z! ??? Word!
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[Jay-Z]
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They say the good die young, in the hood where I'm from
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I only got one question to that - why the fuck am I here?
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I look to the air, I ask God, "Love me please,"
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but in reality, only people that hug me is thieves
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Same niggaz that send shots through my rugby sleeves
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They wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin it must be me
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Please shed light, the hood's dark
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I did my dirt but got a good heart
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Shouldn't that count for somethin? (DJ Clue- C'mon!!)
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I was told I'd amount to nothin, most of my childhood
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Like (??) it was stuntin my growth
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Seperated me from the shit I was wantin the most
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Felt myself comin close to pumpin them O's
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Lump in my throat, chest poked out, face was poker
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Tryin to, erase my ghostes, chase the smokers
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Got demons on both shoulders,
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tryin to chauffeur my life through the streets
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In other words nigga my will was weak
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Please feel what I speak,
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this ain't your average ordinary jargon
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weak rap niggaz be talkin
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This shit is deep, from the mind of Busta, 'X and me
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To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet niggaz
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[Chorus]
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[DJ Clue]
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DJ Clue! ??? That's right! ???
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[Busta Rhymes]
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I must be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you, never
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See you too could get it through your FUBU sweater
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like a nigga when he walk in the dark, trespassin
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on a nigga land, shots echo loud in the park
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I live and die for all the shit I believe
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And rep for everything I stand for
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with every single breath I breathe
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Like the intake from cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale
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the demon in the gutter stressed struggled and broke
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If the shit was all over tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure
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for my kids with a legacy for my CHILDREN to follow
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You know it's funny how the good die first
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Get the peppin in your steppin faggot nigga
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cause you could die worse
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Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin
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REAL NIGGAZ in the midst of droppin this bomb (DJ Clue- Haha! Woo!)
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Allah blessin me to rep for the better, and carry on
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somethin great and keep a nigga name livin forever!
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[Chorus]
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[DJ Clue]
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DJ Clue! ??? Great Ones Pt. 3! Y'all Know! DJ Clue!
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Why We Die
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