Uhh, that's shit.. ..that that that niggaz ain't seen before That's that shit! (motherfuckers ain't never like this before, for real man) It's down baby, uhh.. Uhh! rhymes What? ! uhh, dmx Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
I see ghosts clearly; though, most don't hear me still wanna get near me - fear me, so I'm leary Kinda eerie what I'm feelin - from the floor, to the through the roof, want the truth? I kinda miss and stealin Cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin I starved I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, was hard Went to God once in a while when it got a little too He was the only one I knew that I (why? ) Didn't why, didn't know what I was livin was a lie If I ain't shit then, why I try See, plenty niggaz die, over shit, up in the hood Real good heart, but up to no I did what I could, but I guess it, wasn't enough The devil told me it would happen but I kept his bluff When it rains it pours now, my pains are As yours are mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!)
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(why? ) all my tell me (why) tell me (we die) Cause we with it, quick to blaze you with it in my soul to every word that I curse With all the expressed in this verse; Let me ask my (why? ) My niggaz me (why) tell me (we die) Because we gods nigga (and) we go the yard Because I walk the ground under my And keep it live and in tune with the street Now let me ask my (why? )
They say the good die young, in the hood where I'm I only got one question to that - why the am I here? I to the air, I ask god, "love me please," But in reality, only people hug me is thieves niggaz that send shots through my rugby sleeves They wanna, slug me and leave, I'm it must be me Please shed light, the dark I did my but got a good heart Shouldn't that count for I was told I'd to nothin, most of my childhood (? ? ) it was stuntin my growth Seperated me from the shit I was wantin the Felt myself close to pumpin them o's Lump in my throat, chest out, face was poker Tryin to, erase my ghostes, the smokers Got on both shoulders, to chauffeur my life through the streets In words nigga my will was weak Please what I speak, This ain't average ordinary jargon Weak rap niggaz be This is deep, from the mind of busta, 'x and me To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet
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[busta I must be cuckoo, I respect the new-you, never See you too could get it through your sweater a nigga when he walk in the dark, trespassin On a nigga land, shots loud in the park I live and die for all the shit I And rep for I stand for every single breath I breathe Like the intake cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale The demon in the stressed struggled and broke If the shit was all tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure For my kids with a legacy for my children to You it's funny how the good die first Get the peppin in your steppin faggot Cause you die worse Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of niggaz in the midst of droppin this bomb Allah blessin me to rep for the better, and on Somethin and keep a nigga name livin forever!
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