Why We Die Lyrics - Anarchy - Busta Rhymes

Uhh, that's some shit 

That that that niggaz ain't even seen before 

That's that shit! 

(Motherfuckers ain't never seen nothing like this before, for real man) 

It's goin' down baby, uhh 

Uhh! Busta Rhymes 

What? Uhh, DMX nigga 

Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh 

I see ghosts clearly, even though, most don't hear me 

They still wanna get near me, fear me, so I'm leary 

Kinda eerie what I'm feelin', from the floor, to the ceilin' 

Straight through the roof, want the truth? 

I kinda miss robbin' and stealin' 

'Cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin' when I starved 

I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, shit was hard 

Went to God once in a while when it got a little too hectic 

He was the only one I knew that I respected 

(Why?) 

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Didn't know why, didn't know what I was livin' was a lie 

If I ain't shit then, why should I try 

See, plenty niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the hood 

Real good heart, but up to no good 

Thought I did what I could, but I guess it, wasn't enough 

The Devil told me it would happen but I kept callin' his bluff 

When it rains it pours now, my pains are yours 

As yours are what's mine, define, revolvin' doors 

(Nigga!) 

(Why?) 

All my niggaz tell me 

(Why?) 

Tell me 

(We die) 

'Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it 

From in my soul to every word that I curse 

With all the agony expressed in this verse 

Let me ask my niggaz 

(Why?) 

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My niggaz tell me 

(Why?) 

Tell me 

(We die) 

Because we Gods nigga 

(And) 

We go the yard nigga 

Because I walk the ground under my feet 

And keep it live and stay in tune with the street 

Now let me ask my niggaz 

(Why?) 

They say the good die young, in the hood where I'm from 

I only got one question to that, why the fuck am I here? 

I look to the air, I ask God, "Love me please" 

But in reality, only people that hug me is thieves 

Same niggaz that send shots through my rugby sleeves 

They wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin' it must be me 

Please shed light, the hood's dark 

I did my dirt but got a good heart 

Shouldn't that count for somethin'? 

I was told I'd amount to nothin', most of my childhood 

Like [Incomprehensible] it was stuntin' my growth 

Separated me from the shit I was wantin' the most 

Felt myself comin' close to pumpin' them O's 

Lump in my throat, chest poked out, face was poker 

Tryin' to, erase my ghosts, chase the smokers 

Got demons on both shoulders 

Tryin' to chauffeur my life through the streets 

In other words nigga my will was weak 

Please feel what I speak 

This ain't your average ordinary jargon weak rap niggaz be talkin' 

This shit is deep, from the mind of Busta, 'X and me 

To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, 'til we meet niggaz 

(Why?) 

All my niggaz tell me 

(Why?) 

Tell me 

(We die) 

Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it 

From in my soul to every word that I curse 

With all the agony expressed in this verse 

Let me ask my niggaz 

(Why?) 

My niggaz tell me 

(Why?) 

Tell me 

(We die) 

Because we Gods nigga 

(And) 

We go the yard nigga 

Because I walk the ground under my feet 

And keep it live and stay in tune with the street 

Now let me ask my niggaz 

(Why?) 

I must be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you, never 

See you too could get it through your FUBU sweater 

Like a nigga when he walk in the dark, trespassin' 

On a nigga land, shots echo loud in the park 

I live and die for all the shit I believe 

And rep for everything I stand for 

With every single breath I breathe 

Like the intake from cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale 

The Demon in the gutter stressed struggled and broke 

If the shit was all over tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure 

For my kids with a legacy for my children to follow 

You know it's funny how the good die first 

Get the peppin' in your steppin' faggot nigga 

'Cause you could die worse 

Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin' 

Real niggaz in the midst of droppin' this bomb 

Allah blessin' me to rep for the better, and carry on 

Somethin' great and keep a nigga name livin' forever! 

Now tell me 

(Why?) 

All my niggaz tell me 

(Why?) 

Tell me 

(We die) 

'Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it 

From in my soul to every word that I curse 

With all the agony expressed in this verse 

Let me ask my niggaz 

(Why?) 

My niggaz tell me 

(Why?) 

Tell me 

(We die) 

Because we Gods nigga 

(And) 

We go the yard nigga 

Because I walk the ground under my feet 

And keep it live and stay in tune with the street 

Now let me ask my niggaz 

(Why?)