Uhh, some shit.. ..that that that niggaz ain't even before That's that shit! (motherfuckers never seen like this before, for real man) It's goin baby, uhh.. Uhh! rhymes What? ! uhh, dmx Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
I see ghosts even though, most don't hear me They still get near me - fear me, so I'm leary Kinda eerie I'm feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin Straight 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, 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, dumb shit, up in the hood good heart, but up to no good Thought I did I could, but I guess 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!)
busta rhymes]
(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 every that I curse With all the agony expressed in verse; Let me ask my (why? ) My niggaz tell me (why) me (we die) Because we nigga (and) we go the yard nigga I walk the ground under my feet And it live and stay 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 - why the fuck am I here? I to the air, I ask god, "love me please," But in reality, only people that hug me is Same niggaz that send shots through my rugby They wanna, me and leave, I'm thinkin it must be me Please shed light, the hood's I did my dirt but got a heart Shouldn't that for somethin? I was told I'd amount to nothin, of my childhood Like (? ? ) it was stuntin my Seperated me from the I was wantin the most Felt myself close to pumpin them o's Lump in my throat, chest out, face was poker Tryin to, my ghostes, chase the smokers Got on both shoulders, Tryin to my life through the streets In other words nigga my will was Please feel I speak, This your 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 niggaz
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[busta I must be cuckoo, like I the new-you, never See you too could get it through your sweater Like a nigga when he 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 I stand for With every single I breathe Like the intake cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale The in the gutter stressed struggled and broke If the shit was all over tomorrow, I'd 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 die worse Hold on, you I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin Real niggaz in the midst of droppin bomb blessin me to rep for the better, and carry on Somethin great and keep a nigga name forever!
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