Thugs die
Why me?
All eyes on me
So that means all eyes against me
Simply cause I made do in this world where God sent me
If I say that I was born dyin'
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 and lovin' hoochie prostitutes?
Jewels and big high rollin' took a big part of two main thugs
Who got plugged with slugs, but had so much love
And tell the paraphernal' you can't floss and make mail
One fella dies in his clique, then it's all hail
Big Poppa took hot ones, 2Pacalypse took hot ones
Now, between East and West it's problems
It's true, 'cause who knows when you gon' die?
Who knows when and where? Who knows the reason why?
Who goes and who stays? Who balls in these days?
Who pave the roads ways? Who make bread and who plays?
It's not wrong to die doin' what you love (uh-uh)
And when I die, I wanna die in this business as a thug
So I ask ya (why?)
Why do thugs die?
Makes you wanna cry
Why do thugs die?
'Cause it's so sad
Why do thugs die?
Makes you wanna cry
'Cause it's so sad
Sometimes I wanna pray
Sometimes I wanna say something to God
'Cause 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 little Jay that be my son
So many people with money fall victim of the gun
For tryin' to rock your rhymes like rum
Caught two in the lung
Wantin' to get me, dear Lord, forgive me
I didn't wanna die this quickly
Got the most expert hitmen on Earth to get me
And plans to have the inner city
Killin' each other, first Pac, now Biggie
What really goes on? Let's hold on like En Vogue
'Cause when them devils want you gone, you're gone
Tombstones and funeral homes, keep your game strong
My little homie got his brains blown
Ready to get your hoo-bang on
C and Rappin' Ron, I miss you, duke
How many brothers must we lose
Before we hit the ballers few?
It's only hurtin' me and you
'Cause they tryin' to shut down the music that we use
Don't be confused, these five-oh-coups control the industry
Got us programmed like New York is the enemy
Man, look what they did to Kennedy
Why? Why me?
Why do thugs die, playa?
Why do thugs die?
Makes you wanna cry
Why do thugs die?
'Cause it's so sad
Why do thugs die?
Makes you wanna cry
'Cause it's so sad
One, two, three years of struggle
Huddles and plans can't amount to millions bubble
That's why we keep stacks tucked and cuddle
I praise any human makin' loot by the truckload
My motto: stay clean like pimps in El Dorado
Or any real player makin' ripples in the pond
Got hustles for days, kinda makes me think of mine
By the time I'm thirty, I wanna own the things in your ear
Bubble for twenty years if the world is still here
It seems like everybody with bread
Get indicted by the feds or family members end up dead
Bedrock, I used to read Psalms, go to church to be a usher
Then of course the turf, it got worster
Every day it's a different murder
So many funerals and wakes
Pour out liquor, smoke blunts to the face
When thugs die, you can't stop cryin' 'cause I
Lost my mama, then my father in ninety-five
I ask the Lord why
Why thugs die
It's like that there, playboys
Watch your back
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'?
Playboy 2Pac, rest in peace
My playboy Biggie Smalls, one love, rest in peace
To all the other soldiers, everybody who lost a body
You know, let's reminisce
Let's do this, pour out some liquor
Smoke some blunts for your folks
They lookin' down on us proud
There's a heaven for a G, playboy
And that's real, believe it
Done deal
Why do thugs die?
Makes you wanna cry
Why do thugs die?
'Cause it's so sad
Why do thugs die?
Makes you wanna cry
Why do thugs die?
'Cause it's so sad
