Y Do Thugs Die? Lyrics - Luniz

Thugs die, why me? 

Verse 1 

Numskull: 

All eyes on me, so that means all eyes against me 

simply 'cause I may do in this world what God sent me 

if I said that I was gonna die, 

would I be tellin' the truth would I be lyin' 

would I be chillin' in heaven or hell fryin' 

do thugs go to heaven even though we bettin' big 

loot, makin green an lovin' hootchie prostitutes 

jewels an big high rollin to the big part 

of two main thugs who got plugged with slugs but had so much love 

until tha paraphernalia, you can't floss or make mill 

one fellow dies in his click then it's all hell 

Big Poppa took hot ones 2Pacalypse took hot ones 

now, between east and west there's problems 

it's true 'cause who knows when you gonna die, who 

knows when and where, who knows tha reason why 

who goes and who stays who pause in these days 

who paves the roads ways 

who makes bread and who plays 

not rollin' not doin' what you love (uh-uh) an when I die 

I wanna die in this business as a thug 

so I ask you, why? 

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Chorus: 

Why do thugs die, makes you wanna cry 

Why do thugs die, 'cause it's insane 

Why do thugs die, makes you wanna cry 

Why do thugs die, 'cause it's insane 

Verse 2 

Yukmouth: 

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, uh, 

Sometimes I wanna pray, sometimes I wanna say somethin' 

to God 'cause only God can solve the problems of today 

get on my knees and pray, I cry and say 

if I die today please take my soul away 

make a brighter day for Lil ???, that be my son 

so many people with money fall victim of the gun 

for tryin' ta rock your rhymes like ??? caught two in the lungs 

wanted to get me, dear lord forgive me, I didn't 

wanna die this quickly 

God the most expert hitman on earth to get me 

had plans to have tha inner city killin' each other 

first Pac now Biggie, what really goes on 

lets hold on, like En Vogue, 'cause when them devils want you gone 

you gone, tombstones and funeral 

homes keep yo game strong 

my little homie got his brains blown (POW!) 

ready to get yo whobang on, C an Rappin' Ron I miss ya 

dudes, how many brothers must we lose 

before we hit tha ballers fued 

it's only hurtin' me and you 

'cause they tryin' to shut down our music that we use 

dont be confused, these ??? folks to us 

control the industry, got us programmed like New York is the enemy 

man look what they did to Kennedy 

why, why, why me, why me, why do thugs die playa 

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Chours 

Verse 3 

Numskull: 

1, 2, 3 years of struggle, huddles and plans 

can't amount to millions bubble 

that's why we keep stacks tucked and cuddled 

I praise any human makin' loot by the truck loads 

my motto stay clean like pimps in El Dorado 

or any real playa makin' ripples in the pond, 

got hustles for days, kinda makes me think of mine 

and by the time I'm 30 I wanna own them things 

in your ear (what) bubble for 20 

years if the world is still here 

Yukmouth: 

Uh-huh, huh, playboy, it seems like everybody with bread 

get indicted by the feds 

and family members end up dead, REDRUM 

I used to read psalms and go to church to be an usher 

then of course the terms they got worser 

everyday is a different murder, so many 

funerals and waits, pour out liquor smoke blunts 

in the face when thugs die, you can't stop cryin 

'cause I lost my momma then my father in `95, I ask the lord why 

why thugs die, why do thugs die 

it's like that there playboys 

watch your back 'cause it's goin' down man 

This goin' out to all the fallen soldiers 

who died in the line of duty, you know what I'm sayin 

my playboy Tupac, rest in peace 

my playboy, Biggie Smalls, one love rest in peace 

to all the other soldiers, everybody who lost somebody 

you know (world wide) 

reminisce, lets do this, pour out some liquor 

smoke some blunts with your folks 

they lookin' down on us proud 

there is a heaven for a G playboy, that's real 

believe me, done deal, done deal, done deal, done deal, uh 

Chorus 

(Till end)