Busta Rhymes - Why We Die lyrics

(feat. DMX, Jay-Z) [DMX] Uhh, that's some sh**.. ..that that that n***az ain't even seen before That's that sh**! (Motherf**ers ain't never seen nothing like this before, for real man) It's goin down baby, uhh.. UHH! Busta Rhymes WHAT?! Uhh, DMX n***a 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 n***a hungry, only eatin when I starved I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, sh** 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 sh** then, why should I try See, plenty n***az die, over dumb sh**, 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 (n***a!) [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] (Why?) All my n***az 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 n***az (why?) My n***az tell me (why) tell me (we die) Because we Gods n***a (and) we go the yard n***a Because I walk the ground under my feet and keep it live and stay in tune with the street Now let me ask my n***az (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 f** 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 n***az 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 Liked by folks it was stuntin my growth Seperated me from the sh** 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 n***a my will was weak Please feel what I speak, this ain't your average ordinary jargon weak rap n***az be talkin This sh** is deep, from the mind of Busta, 'X and me To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet n***az [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 n***a when he walk in the dark, trespa**in on a n***a land, shots echo loud in the park I live and die for all the sh** 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 sh** 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 f*ggot n***a cause you could die worse Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin REAL ni**aZ in the midst of droppin this bomb Allah blessin me to rep for the better, and carry on somethin great and keep a n***a name livin forever! [Chorus w/ minor variations]