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Thugs die, why me?
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Verse 1
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Numskull:
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All eyes on me, so that means all eyes against me
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simply cuz I may do in this world what God sent me
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if I said that I was gonna die,
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would I be tellin' the truth would I be lyin'
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would I be chillin' in heaven or hell fryin'
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do thugs go to heaven even though we bettin' big
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loot, makin green an lovin' hootchie prostitutes
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jewels an big high rollin to the big part
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of two main thugs who got plugged with slugs but had so much love
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until tha paraphernalia, you can't floss or make mill
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one fellow dies in his click then it's all hell
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Big Poppa took hot ones 2Pacalypse took hot ones
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now, between east and west there's problems
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it's true cuz who knows when you gonna die, who
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knows when and where, who knows tha reason why
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who goes and who stays who pause in these days
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who paves the roads ways
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who makes bread and who plays
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not rollin' not doin' what you love (uh-uh) an when I die
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I wanna die in this business as a thug
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so I ask you, why?
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Chorus:
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Why do thugs die, makes you wanna cry
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Why do thugs die, cuz it's insane
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Why do thugs die, makes you wanna cry
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Why do thugs die, cuz it's insane
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Verse 2
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Yukmouth:
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Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, uh,
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Sometimes I wanna pray, sometimes I wanna say somethin'
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to God cuz only God can solve the problems of today
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get on my knees and pray, I cry and say
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if I die today please take my soul away
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make a brighter day for Lil ???, that be my son
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so many people with money fall victim of the gun
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for tryin' ta rock your rhymes like ??? caught two in the lungs
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wanted to get me, dear lord forgive me, I didn't
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wanna die this quickly
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God the most expert hitman on earth to get me
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had plans to have tha inner city killin' each other
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first Pac now Biggie, what really goes on
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lets hold on, like En Vogue, cuz when them devils want you gone
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you gone, tombstones and funeral
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homes keep yo game strong
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my little homie got his brains blown (POW!)
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ready to get yo whobang on, C an Rappin' Ron I miss ya
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dudes, how many brothers must we lose
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before we hit tha ballers fued
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it's only hurtin' me and you
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cuz they tryin' to shut down our music that we use
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dont be confused, these ??? folks to us
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control the industry, got us programmed like New York is the enemy
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man look what they did to Kennedy
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why, why, why me, why me, why do thugs die playa
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Chours
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Verse 3
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Numskull:
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1, 2, 3 years of struggle, huddles and plans
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can't amount to millions bubble
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that's why we keep stacks tucked and cuddled
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I praise any human makin' loot by the truck loads
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my motto stay clean like pimps in El Dorado
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or any real playa makin' ripples in the pond,
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got hustles for days, kinda makes me think of mine
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and by the time I'm 30 I wanna own them things
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in your ear (what) bubble for 20
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years if the world is still here
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Yukmouth:
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Uh-huh, huh, playboy, it seems like everybody with bread
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get indicted by the feds
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and family members end up dead, REDRUM
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I used to read psalms and go to church to be an usher
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then of course the terms they got worser
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everyday is a different murder, so many
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funerals and waits, pour out liquor smoke blunts
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in the face when thugs die, you can't stop cryin
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cuz I lost my momma then my father in `95, I ask the lord why
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why thugs die, why do thugs die
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it's like that there playboys
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watch your back cuz it's goin' down man
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This goin' out to all the fallen soldiers
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who died in the line of duty, you know what I'm sayin
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my playboy Tupac, rest in peace
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my playboy, Biggie Smalls, one love rest in peace
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to all the other soldiers, everybody who lost somebody
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you know (world wide)
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reminisce, lets do this, pour out some liquor
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smoke some blunts with your folks
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they lookin' down on us proud
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there is a heaven for a G playboy, that's real
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believe me, done deal, done deal, done deal, done deal, uh
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Chorus
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(Till end)
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Y Do Thugs Die?
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