DMX
Uhhthat s some shit..
..that that that niggaz ain t even seen before
That s that shit! (Motherfuckers ain t never seen
nothing like this beforefor real man)
It s goin down babyuhh..
UHH! Busta Rhymes
WHAT?! UhhDMX nigga
Uhhuhhuhhuhhuhh

I see ghosts clearly; even thoughmost don t hear me
They still wanna get near me - fear meso I m leary
Kinda eerie what I m feelin - from the floorto the ceilin
Straight through the roofwant the truth?
I kinda miss robbin and stealin
cause it kept a nigga hungryonly eatin when I starved
I was uglyso I robbedno one loved meshit 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 whydidn t know what I was livin was a lie
If I ain t shit thenwhy should I try
Seeplenty niggaz dieover dumb shitup in the hood
Real good heartbut up to no good
Thought I did what I couldbut I guess itwasn t enough
The Devil told me it would happen but I kept callin his bluff
When it rains it pours nowmy pains are yours
as yours are what s minedefinerevolvin doors (nigga!)

Chorus: Busta Rhymes

(Why?) All my niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Cause we crazy with itquick 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?)

Jay-Z
They say the good die youngin the hood where I m from
I only got one question to that - why the fuck am I here?
I look to the airI ask GodLove me please,
but in realityonly people that hug me is thieves
Same niggaz that send shots through my rugby sleeves
They wannaslug me and leaveI m thinkin it must be me
Please shed lightthe 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 nothinmost of my childhood
Liked by folks 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 throatchest poked outface was poker
Tryin toerase my ghosteschase 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 deepfrom the mind of Busta X and me
To all my fallen soldiersrest in peacetil we meet niggaz

Chorus w/ minor variations

Busta Rhymes
I must be cuckoolike I respect the new-younever
See you too could get it through your FUBU sweater
like a nigga when he walk in the darktrespassin
on a nigga landshots 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 smokeit s like you inhale
the demon in the gutter stressed struggled and broke
If the shit was all over tomorrowI 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 onyou know I cut off my armin the name of reppin
REAL NIGGAZ in the midst of droppin this bomb
Allah blessin me to rep for the betterand carry on
somethin great and keep a nigga name livin forever!

Chorus w/ minor variations

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