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



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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



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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



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