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Why We Die

アーティスト:Jay-Z 

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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 want to 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?) 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!) [Chorus] (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?) 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


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