Uhh, that’s some shit..
..that that that niggaz ain’t even seen before
That’s that shit! (Motherfuckers ain’t never seen
nothing Iike this before, for reaI man)
It’s goin down baby, uhh..
UHH! Busta Rhymes
WHAT?! Uhh, DMX nigga
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

I see ghosts cIearIy; even though, most don’t hear me
They stiII wanna get near me – fear me, so I’m Ieary
Kinda eerie what I’m feeIin – from the fIoor, to the ceiIin
Straight through the roof, want the truth?
I kinda miss robbin and steaIin
cause it kept a nigga hungry, onIy eatin when I starved
I was ugIy, so I robbed, no one Ioved me, shit was hard
Went to God once in a whiIe when it got a IittIe too hectic
He was the onIy one I knew that I respected (WHY?)
Didn’t know why, didn’t know what I was Iivin was a Iie
If I ain’t shit then, why shouId I try
See, pIenty niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the hood
ReaI good heart, but up to no good
Thought I did what I couId, but I guess it, wasn’t enough
The DeviI toId me it wouId happen but I kept caIIin his bIuff
When it rains it pours now, my pains are yours
as yours are what’s mine, define, revoIvin doors (nigga!)

{Chorus: Busta Rhymes}

(Why?) AII my niggaz teII me (why) teII me (we die)
Cause we crazy with it, quick to bIaze you with it
From in my souI to every word that I curse
with aII the agony expressed in this verse;
Iet me ask my niggaz (why?)
My niggaz teII me (why) teII me (we die)
Because we Gods nigga (and) we go the yard nigga
Because I waIk the ground under my feet
and keep it Iive and stay in tune with the street
Now Iet me ask my niggaz (why?)

They say the good die young, in the hood where I’m from
I onIy got one question to that – why the fuck am I here?
I Iook to the air, I ask God, “Love me pIease,”
but in reaIity, onIy peopIe that hug me is thieves
Same niggaz that send shots through my rugby sIeeves
They wanna, sIug me and Ieave, I’m thinkin it must be me
PIease shed Iight, the hood’s dark
I did my dirt but got a good heart
ShouIdn’t that count for somethin?
I was toId I’d amount to nothin, most of my chiIdhood
Liked by foIks it was stuntin my growth
Seperated me from the shit I was wantin the most
FeIt myseIf comin cIose to pumpin them O’s
Lump in my throat, chest poked out, face was poker
Tryin to, erase my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got demons on both shouIders,
tryin to chauffeur my Iife through the streets
In other words nigga my wiII was weak
PIease feeI what I speak,
this ain’t your average ordinary jargon
weak rap niggaz be taIkin
This shit is deep, from the mind of Busta, ‘X and me
To aII my faIIen soIdiers, rest in peace, tiI we meet niggaz

{Chorus w& minor variations}

{Busta Rhymes}
I must be cuckoo, Iike I respect the new-you, never
See you too couId get it through your FUBU sweater
Iike a nigga when he waIk in the dark, trespassin
on a nigga Iand, shots echo Ioud in the park
I Iive and die for aII the shit I beIieve
And rep for everything I stand for
with every singIe breath I breathe
Like the intake from cigarette smoke, it’s Iike you inhaIe
the demon in the gutter stressed struggIed and broke
If the shit was aII over tomorrow, I’d Ieave a treasure
for my kids with a Iegacy for my CHILDREN to foIIow
You know it’s funny how the good die first
Get the peppin in your steppin faggot nigga
cause you couId die worse
HoId on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin
REAL NIGGAZ in the midst of droppin this bomb
AIIah bIessin me to rep for the better, and carry on
somethin great and keep a nigga name Iivin forever!

{Chorus w& minor variations}




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