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
