[00:00:00] Y Do Thugz Die - Luniz [00:00:10] Thugs die why me [00:00:21] All eyes on me [00:00:22] So that means all eyes against me [00:00:24] Simply cuz I may do in this [00:00:25] World what God sent me [00:00:27] If I said that I was gonna die [00:00:28] Would I be tellin' the truth would I be lying [00:00:30] Would I be chilling in heaven or hell frying [00:00:32] Do thugs go to heaven even though we bettin' big [00:00:34] Loot makin green an loving hootchie prostitutes [00:00:37] Jewels an big high rollin to the big part [00:00:40] Of two main thugs who got plugged with slugs but had so much love [00:00:43] Until tha paraphernalia you can't floss or make mill [00:00:46] One fellow dies in his click then it's all hell [00:00:49] Big Poppa took hot ones 2Pacalypse took hot ones [00:00:52] Now between east and west there's problems [00:00:54] It's true cuz who knows when you gonna die who [00:00:57] Knows when and where who knows tha reason why [00:00:59] Who goes and who stays who pause in these days [00:01:02] Who paves the roads ways [00:01:03] Who makes bread and who plays [00:01:05] Not rollin' not doin' what you love uh-uh an when I die [00:01:08] I wanna die in this business as a thug [00:01:10] So I ask you why [00:01:12] Why do thugs die makes you wanna cry [00:01:17] Why do thugs die cuz it's insane [00:01:22] Why do thugs die makes you wanna cry [00:01:25] Why do thugs die cuz it's insane [00:01:32] Uh-huh uh-huh uh uh [00:01:33] Sometimes I wanna pray sometimes I wanna say something [00:01:36] To God cuz only God can solve the problems of today [00:01:39] Get on my knees and pray I cry and say [00:01:41] If I die today please take my soul away [00:01:43] Make a brighter day for Lil that be my son [00:01:46] So many people with money fall victim of the gun [00:01:48] For trying ta rock your rhymes like [00:01:50] Caught two in the lungs [00:01:51] Wanted to get me dear lord forgive me [00:01:53] I didn't [00:01:54] Wanna die this quickly [00:01:55] God the most expert hitman on earth to get me [00:01:57] Had plans to have tha inner city killing each other [00:02:00] First Pac now Biggie what really goes on [00:02:02] Lets hold on like En Vogue [00:02:03] Cuz when them devils want you gone [00:02:05] You gone tombstones and funeral [00:02:06] Homes keep yo game strong [00:02:08] My little homie got his brains blown POW [00:02:11] Ready to get yo whobang on [00:02:12] C an Rappin' Ron I miss ya [00:02:14] Dudes how many brothers must we lose [00:02:16] Before we hit tha ballers fued [00:02:17] It's only hurtin' me and you [00:02:19] Cuz they tryin' to shut down our music that we use [00:02:21] Dont be confused these folks to us [00:02:23] Control the industry got us programmed [00:02:25] Like New York is the enemy [00:02:27] Man look what they did to Kennedy [00:02:29] Why why why me why me [00:02:32] Why do thugs die playa [00:02:34] Why do thugs die [00:02:36] Why do thugs die [00:02:39] Why do thugs die [00:02:41] Caseue so said [00:02:44] Why do thugs die [00:02:46] Why do thugs die [00:02:48] Make solo fire [00:02:51] Cause so said [00:02:53] 1 2 3 years of struggle huddles and plans [00:02:56] Can't amount to millions bubble [00:02:58] That's why we keep stacks tucked and cuddled [00:03:00] I praise any human making loot by the truck loads [00:03:02] My motto stay clean like pimps in El Dorado [00:03:05] Or any real playa making ripples in the pond [00:03:08] Got hustles for days [00:03:10] Kinda makes me think of mine [00:03:11] And by the time I'm 30 I wanna own them things [00:03:13] In your ear what bubble for 20 [00:03:15] Years if the world is still here [00:03:17] Uh-huh huh playboy it seems [00:03:18] Like everybody with bread [00:03:19] Get indicted by the feds [00:03:20] And family members end up dead REDRUM [00:03:22] I used to read psalms and [00:03:24] Go to church to be an usher [00:03:25] Then of course the terms they got worser [00:03:27] Everyday is a different murder so many [00:03:29] Funerals and waits pour out liquor smoke blunts [00:03:32] In the face when thugs die you can't stop crying