Uhh, that's shit.. ..that that that ain't even seen before That's that shit! (motherfuckers never seen Nothing like 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, most hear me They still wanna get near me - me, so I'm leary Kinda eerie I'm feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin Straight the roof, want the truth? I kinda miss robbin and Cause it kept a hungry, only eatin when I starved I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, shit was Went to God once in a while it got a little too hectic He was the one I knew that I respected (why? ) Didn't know why, didn't know what I was was a lie If I ain't shit then, why I try See, plenty niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the good heart, but up to no good Thought I did what I could, but I it, wasn't enough The devil told me it would happen but I kept his bluff When it it pours now, my pains are yours As yours are what's mine, define, revolvin (nigga!)
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(why? ) all my niggaz tell me (why) me (we die) Cause we with it, quick to blaze you with it From in my to every word that I curse all the agony 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 the ground under my feet And keep it live and in tune with the street Now let me ask my (why? )
They say the die young, in the hood where I'm from I only got one to that - 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 Same niggaz that 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 dirt but got a heart Shouldn't that count for I was told I'd amount to nothin, most of my Like (? ? ) it was my growth Seperated me from the shit I was the most Felt myself comin close to pumpin o's Lump in my throat, chest out, face was poker Tryin to, my ghostes, chase the smokers Got on both shoulders, Tryin to chauffeur my life through the In other nigga my will was weak feel what I speak, This ain't your average jargon Weak rap be talkin This shit is deep, from the 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, like I the new-you, never See you too could get it through your fubu Like a nigga when he walk in the dark, On a nigga land, echo loud in the park I live and die for all the I believe And rep for everything I 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 tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure For my kids with a for my children to follow You it's funny how the good die first Get the peppin in steppin faggot nigga Cause you could die Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the of reppin Real niggaz in the midst of this bomb Allah me to rep for the better, and carry on Somethin great and keep a name livin forever!
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