D.C.P. - Dat's Why We Die lyrics

[Verse One] Let me holla at you true thugs, fo da ones wanna dump slugs On da corner where dey slang d**, 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, when 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 MIA 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 y'all 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 [Chorus] 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 y'all tellin dese lies - dat's why we die No Limit - dat's why we die Murder Inc - dat's why we die Roc-a-fella - dat's why we die [Verse Two] 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 Cause 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, y'all know how da story go Know how dese jiggaz is, So dey tellin you Baby boy I'm a 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 [Chorus] [D.C.P.] '78 lil thug k**er 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 yeah 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 pen 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 y'all boys trying to ball And we go fly while y'all boys steady fall Look through while y'all snorting the coke Sip mo while we saving a soul Lip swole cause y'all messing with us Ain't mean it though, but y'all 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 wody, 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 pa** away That's why we die lil dog, you gone have to pay [Chorus]