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Y Do Thugz Die

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  • Thugs die, why me?
    [Verse 1]
    [Numskull:]
    All eyes on me, so that means all eyes against me
    Simply cuz 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 cuz 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?
    [Chorus:]
    Why do thugs die, makes you wanna cry
    Why do thugs die, cuz it's insane
    Why do thugs die, makes you wanna cry
    Why do thugs die, cuz it's insane
    [Verse 2]
    [Yukmouth:]
    Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, uh,
    Sometimes I wanna pray, sometimes I wanna say somethin'
    To God cuz 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, cuz 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
    Cuz 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
    [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
    Cuz 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 cuz 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]
  • Thugs die, why me?
    [Verse 1]
    [Numskull:]
    All eyes on me, so that means all eyes against me
    Simply cuz 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 cuz 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?
    [Chorus:]
    Why do thugs die, makes you wanna cry
    Why do thugs die, cuz it's insane
    Why do thugs die, makes you wanna cry
    Why do thugs die, cuz it's insane
    [Verse 2]
    [Yukmouth:]
    Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, uh,
    Sometimes I wanna pray, sometimes I wanna say somethin'
    To God cuz 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, cuz 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
    Cuz 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
    [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
    Cuz 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 cuz 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]