Dats Why We Die Lyrics by L.G. Wise

Dats Why We Die Lyrics

    Verse 1

    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

    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


    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