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
are yours as yours are what's mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!) {Chorus: Busta Rhymes} (Why?) All my niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die) Cause we
are yours as yours are what's mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!) Chorus: Busta Rhymes (Why?) All my niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die) Cause we
it the jewels Is it the shoes Or do you want to see what a nigga gone do I know a nigga plottin' up ta jack me Or nab me Thats why when I ride on my lap
tried to battle me and found self-DESTRUCTION [Mr. Mixx] 2 Live Crew 2 Li - 2 Li - 2 Li - 2 Live Crew Bus - Bust a rhyme Bus - Bust a rhyme Bus - Bust a rhyme
cause Expect a blood bath The aftermath is y'alls I told ya last album, we need help cause we dying Give us a chance, help us advance cause we trying
you made it, so the choice is made Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days So full of pain while the weapons blaze Gettin so high off that bomb hopin we
Finally realizing who the fuck we are When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded would it be the greatest MC of all time When I created rhyme for
til the day I die You can bring your crew but we remain true motherf**kers Still ballin, niggaz wonder why You can bring your crew but we remain true
we remain true [Yeah] Muthafuckers still ballin' [I be ballin'] Niggaz wonder why [They wonder why] You can bring your crew But we remain true
that RuPaul, Thug Life ain't a ball We bust that ass up against the wall (up against the wall) (?) Never been no (?) men How we bucks 'em down on
the hospital took five like me You living fantasies, nigga I reject your deposit We shook Dre punk ass, now we out of the closet Mobb Deep wonder why
your step (Syke) And pussies we crossin when my crew is flossin' Bitches we tossin' And niggas we crossin' It's like a murder rhyme when we hit your
You better keep your mind on the real shit And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down Just can't understand why we
me the Don Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me I thought we was cool, why you want me to
