Dats Why We Die Lyrics - Singles - L.g. Wise

Verse 1 

Let me holla at you true thugs 

Fo da ones wanna dump slugs 

On da corner where dey slang drugs 

Only God is thicker dan blood 

Fo da sake of da luv 

Know He shedded His blood 

Who you thinkin it was 

Huh Huh Huh Huh 

Had you dumpin dem slugs 

Leavin em dead 

Whey dey really did needed da luv 

Huh! Jiggaz? 

Cause you got figgaz 

You can die quick 

You can ride or die or 

You can live life wit us 

Too many on da lockdown 

So you better tell em all put da glock down 

4-mics in da Source think you hot now 

While you ridin in yo Chev wit yo top down 

All da way from Pompano 

To let em know 

Son, just how da story go 

And from Ft. Lauderdale 

Where dey make em yell 

And dey push more weight dan mail 

In da M I A where da thugs live and die everyday 

In da hood where da mommas cry everyday 

Where da kids listen to Slip-n-Slide everyday 

(okay--Shut Up) 

S. FLA--dat's why we die 

In da MIA--dat's why we die 

In da dirty south ya'll tellin dese lies--dat's why we die 

Carolina--dat's why we die 

ATL--dat's why we die 

Alabama, Mississippi young thugs--dat's why we die 

Chorus 

You got dese young girls backin it up--dat's why we die 

You got dese young cats blazin it up--dat's why we die 

Cash Money--dat's why we die No Limit--dat's why we die 

Roc-a-fella ya'll tellin dese lies--dat's why we die 

Not Limit--dat's why we die 

Murder Inc--dat's why we die 

Roc-a-fella--dat's why we die 

Verse 2 

Let me tell you somethin partna you ain't ready to die 

Cause you take yo last breath and you close yo eyes 

Same ones dat stare you right in yo mouth 

Same ones dat run up in yo house 

And da ones you thought was down wit you 

Hit you up in da back wit a 22 

Fo da hell of it 

So I'm tellin it 

Don't even know who you messin wit 

When you husslin everyday in dese streets--dat's drug money 

Then you leavin people dead in dese streets--dat's blood money 

And then these babiez can't even eat--dat's not funny 

Huh Uh--dat's why we die Huh Uh--dat's why we die 

Yo words hittin em up like a hot slugg 

Made da girls wanna bounce in da hot tub 

See da pain in her eyes--never knew luv 

Let em know dat Christ is da true luv 

And I Know you drive a big Benz 

Big body wit da tight endz 

Navigators and Escalades sittin on da blades 

Cuase you wanna get paid 

Everybody want it nowadays 

Black Rob said it's whoa (whoa whoa) 

Make you wanna hit da ceilin yo 

Cause you make a million sales 

Sittin in da jail (but he back in jail) 

Cause da devil caught you slippin yo 

A-Z body wanna flow fo dough 

So dey lose dey soul 

Ya'll know how da story go 

Know how dese jiggaz is 

So dey tellin you 

Baby boy imma keep it real 

But when you need em yo 

Ain't nowhere around 

Sonny boy you know da deal 

In L.A.--dat's why we die 

In NY--dat's whey we die 

East and west coast tellin dese lies--dat's why we die 

Chorus 

Verse 3 (D.C.P.) 

'78 lil thug killer born into a world of sin 

Pimps, coke, fast cash 

Momma thought I wouldn't last 

Born with a pipe in my hand 

Cause she did what she did to get the blast 

Got a little older 

Now I'm on the streets with a pocket full of D and the heat 

And the cola seeds in the dosha 

Beat in the nova trying to succeed 

To a key and a bolda 

Now rap game got to change like Ford to Chevrolet 

Look boy to many of em man getting sprayed 

Ya boy been slanging yah since '98 

Now Florida state got your boy caged 

Tell them playboy to let Christ in 

Bet you 9 out of 10 thugs stay out the pin 

Trying to get dividends 

So you spit venom in lost souls 

Dog now your boy stretching 10 from Calieo 

All the way back to the MI--MLK in the shy 

Spittin fire reaching them all 

While ya'll boys trying to ball 

And we go fly while ya'll boys steady fall 

Look through while ya'll snorting the coke 

Sip mo while we saving a soul 

Lip swole cause ya'll messing with us 

Ain't mean it though 

But ya'll rustled the bus 

Dog you can spark me 

Go ahead if you please 

But every knee gone bow 

NY to the Keys 

Slip and Slide in the fire 

Devil burning em up 

You can still turn around woddy 

Lifting em up 

Navigator truck boy chicks and chains 

Ain't nothing to me cat 

I'm about making em change 

Wood grain and 'cain 

Must pass away 

That's why we die lil dog 

You gone have to pay 

Chorus