Uhh, that's shit.. ..that that that niggaz ain't even seen That's that shit! (motherfuckers ain't never like this before, for real man) It's down baby, uhh.. Uhh! busta What? ! uhh, dmx Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
I see ghosts clearly; even though, don't hear me They still wanna get me - fear me, so I'm leary Kinda eerie what I'm - from the floor, to the ceilin through the roof, want the truth? I kinda robbin and stealin Cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin when I I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, shit was Went to God once in a while when it got a too hectic He was the only one I that I respected (why? ) Didn't know why, didn't what I was livin was a lie If I ain't then, why should I try See, plenty niggaz die, over shit, up in the hood Real heart, but up to no good Thought I did what I could, but I guess it, wasn't The devil told me it would happen but I callin his bluff it rains it pours now, my pains are yours As are what's mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!)
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(why? ) all my niggaz me (why) tell me (we die) Cause we crazy it, quick to blaze you with it From in my soul to word that I curse all the agony expressed in this verse; Let me ask my (why? ) My tell me (why) tell me (we die) Because we gods nigga (and) we go the nigga Because I walk the ground my feet 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 I'm from 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, people that hug me is thieves Same niggaz that send shots through my sleeves wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin it must be me Please light, the hood's dark I did my dirt but got a good Shouldn't count for somethin? I was told I'd to nothin, most of my childhood Like (? ? ) it was my growth Seperated me from the shit I was the most Felt myself comin to pumpin them o's Lump in my throat, chest out, face was poker Tryin to, my ghostes, chase the smokers Got demons on shoulders, Tryin to chauffeur my life through the In words nigga my will was weak feel what I speak, This your average ordinary jargon Weak rap be talkin This shit is deep, the mind of busta, 'x and me To all my soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet niggaz
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[busta I must be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you, See you too could get it through your fubu Like a when he walk in the dark, trespassin On a nigga land, shots echo loud in the I live and die for all the I believe And rep for I stand for every single breath I breathe Like the intake from cigarette smoke, like you inhale The demon in the gutter struggled and broke If the shit was all over tomorrow, I'd a treasure For my with a legacy for my children to follow You know it's funny how the good die Get the in your steppin faggot nigga Cause you die worse Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the of reppin Real niggaz in the of droppin this bomb Allah me to rep for the better, and carry on Somethin and keep a nigga name livin forever!
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