Uhh, some shit.. ..that that that niggaz ain't even seen That's that shit! (motherfuckers ain't seen Nothing like before, for real man) It's down baby, uhh.. Uhh! rhymes What? ! uhh, dmx Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
I see ghosts even though, most don't hear me still wanna get near me - fear me, so I'm leary Kinda eerie what I'm - from the floor, to the ceilin Straight through the roof, 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 in a while when it got a little too hectic He was the one I knew that I respected (why? ) Didn't know why, didn't what I was livin was a lie If I shit then, why should I try See, plenty die, over dumb shit, up in the hood Real heart, but up to no good Thought I did what I could, but I guess it, enough The devil told me it would happen but I callin his bluff When it rains it now, my pains are yours As yours are what's mine, define, revolvin (nigga!)
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(why? ) all my niggaz me (why) tell me (we die) we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it From in my soul to every word I curse With all the agony expressed in this Let me ask my (why? ) My tell me (why) tell me (we die) Because we nigga (and) we go the yard nigga Because I walk the ground under my And keep it live and stay in tune 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 - why the fuck 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 thinkin it be me Please light, the hood's dark I did my dirt but got a good Shouldn't that count for I was told I'd amount to nothin, of my childhood Like (? ? ) it was stuntin my Seperated me from the shit I was the most myself comin close to pumpin them o's Lump in my throat, poked out, face was poker to, erase my ghostes, chase the smokers Got on both shoulders, Tryin to chauffeur my life through the In other words nigga my will was Please what I speak, ain't your average ordinary jargon Weak rap niggaz be This shit is deep, from the of busta, 'x and me To all my soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet niggaz
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rhymes] I must be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you, See you too could get it through fubu sweater Like a when he walk in the dark, trespassin On a nigga land, shots loud in the park I live and die for all the I believe And rep for everything I for With every single breath I Like the from cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale The demon in the gutter stressed and broke If the shit was all tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure For my kids with a for my children to follow You know it's funny how the die first Get the peppin in your steppin faggot Cause you could die Hold on, you I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin Real niggaz in the midst of droppin bomb Allah me to rep for the better, and carry on great and keep a nigga name livin forever!
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