Uhh, that's shit.. ..that that that niggaz ain't even seen That's that shit! (motherfuckers ain't never Nothing this before, for real man) goin down baby, uhh.. Uhh! busta ! uhh, dmx nigga Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
I see ghosts even though, most don't hear me They wanna get near me - fear me, so I'm leary Kinda eerie what I'm feelin - from the floor, to the Straight the roof, want the truth? I kinda miss robbin and 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 it got a little too hectic He was the one I knew that I respected (why? ) Didn't know why, know 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 good heart, but up to no Thought I did I could, but I guess it, wasn't enough The told me it would happen but I kept callin his bluff When it it pours now, my pains are yours As yours are mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!)
busta rhymes]
(why? ) all my tell me (why) tell me (we die) Cause we crazy it, quick to blaze you with it in my soul to every word that I curse With all the agony expressed in verse; Let me ask my (why? ) My tell 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 and stay 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 fuck am I I to the air, I ask god, "love me please," But in reality, only people hug me is thieves Same niggaz that send through my rugby sleeves wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin it must be me Please shed light, the dark I did my but got a good heart Shouldn't that for somethin? I was I'd amount to nothin, most of my childhood (? ? ) it was stuntin my growth Seperated me from the shit I was wantin the Felt comin 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 feel what I speak, This ain't your average ordinary Weak rap be talkin shit is deep, from the mind of busta, 'x and me To all my fallen soldiers, in peace, til we meet niggaz
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[busta I must be cuckoo, like I the new-you, never See you too could get it your fubu sweater Like a when he walk in the dark, trespassin On a nigga land, shots echo in the park I live and die for all the shit I And rep for everything I for With single breath I breathe Like the intake from 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 legacy for my to follow You know it's how the good die first Get the peppin in your steppin faggot Cause you could die on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin Real niggaz in the of droppin this bomb blessin me to rep for the better, and carry on Somethin great and a nigga name livin forever!
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