《Murdergram (Streets Is Watching/Soundtrack Version|Explicit)》歌词

[00:00:03] Busta Rhymes F/DMX, Jay-Z

[00:00:07] Miscellaneous

[00:00:08] Why We Die

[00:00:09] [DMX

[00:00:10] Uhh, that's some shit..

[00:00:12] ..that that that niggaz ain't even seen before

[00:00:18] That's that shit!(Motherf**kers ain't never seen

[00:00:24] nothing like this before, for real man)

[00:00:26] It's goin down baby, uhh..

[00:00:29] UHH!Busta Rhymes

[00:00:30] WHAT?!Uhh, DMX nigga

[00:00:32] Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

[00:00:33] I see ghosts clearly;even though, most don't hear me

[00:00:36] They still wanna get near me -fear me, so I'm leary

[00:00:38] Kinda eerie what I'm feelin -from the floor, to the ceilin

[00:00:43] Straight through the roof, want the truth?

[00:00:47] I kinda miss robbin and stealin

[00:00:48] cause it kept a n***a hungry, only eatin when I starved

[00:00:51] I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, s**t was hard

[00:00:55] Went to God once in a while when it got a little too hectic

[00:01:00] He was the only one I knew that I respected (WHY?)

[00:01:02] Didn't know why, didn't know what I was livin was a lie

[00:01:06] If I ain't s**t then, why should I try

[00:01:08] See, plenty niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the hood

[00:01:12] Real good heart, but up to no good

[00:01:13] Thought I did what I could, but I guess it, wasn't enough

[00:01:18] The Devil told me it would happen but I kept callin his bluff

[00:01:21] When it rains it pours now, my pains are yours

[00:01:23] as yours are what's mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!)

[00:01:25] Chorus: Busta Rhymes

[00:01:27] (Why?)All my niggaz tell me (why)tell me (we die)

[00:01:28] Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it

[00:01:31] From in my soul to every word that I curse

[00:01:35] with all the agony expressed in this verse;

[00:01:37] let me ask my niggaz (why?)

[00:01:40] My niggaz tell me (why)tell me (we die)

[00:01:42] Because we Gods n***a (and)we go the yard nigga

[00:01:45] Because I walk the ground under my feet

[00:01:47] and keep it live and stay in tune with the street

[00:01:49] Now let me ask my niggaz (why?)

[00:01:50] [Jay-Z

[00:01:51] They say the good die young, in the hood where I'm from

[00:01:54] I only got one question to that -why the f**k am I here?

[00:01:58] I look to the air, I ask God, "Love me please,"

[00:02:01] but in reality, only people that hug me is thieves

[00:02:04] Same niggaz that send shots through my rugby sleeves

[00:02:07] They wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin it must be me

[00:02:11] Please shed light, the hood's dark

[00:02:15] I did my dirt but got a good heart

[00:02:17] Shouldn't that count for somethin?

[00:02:20] I was told I'd amount to nothin, most of my childhood

[00:02:26] Like (??)it was stuntin my growth

[00:02:31] Seperated me from the s**t I was wantin the most

[00:02:33] Felt myself comin close to pumpin them O's

[00:02:38] Lump in my throat, chest poked out, face was poker

[00:02:44] Tryin to, erase my ghostes, chase the smokers

[00:02:50] Got demons on both shoulders,

[00:02:54] tryin to chauffeur my life through the streets

[00:02:58] In other words n***a my will was weak

[00:03:01] Please feel what I speak,

[00:03:03] this ain't your average ordinary jargon

[00:03:06] weak rap niggaz be talkin

[00:03:08] This s**t is deep, from the mind of Busta, 'X and me

[00:03:10] To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet niggaz

[00:03:13] Chorus w/minor variations

[00:03:14] [Busta Rhymes

[00:03:14] I must be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you, never

[00:03:18] See you too could get it through your FUBU sweater

[00:03:23] like a n***a when he walk in the dark, trespassin

[00:03:26] on a n***a land, shots echo loud in the park

[00:03:28] I live and die for all the s**t I believe

[00:03:31] And rep for everything I stand for

[00:03:32] with every single breath I breathe

[00:03:36] Like the intake from cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale

[00:03:40] the demon in the gutter stressed struggled and broke

[00:03:50] If the s**t was all over tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure

[00:03:58] for my kids with a legacy for my CHILDREN to follow

[00:04:01] You know it's funny how the good die first

[00:04:20] Get the peppin in your steppin faggot nigga

[00:04:22] cause you could die worse

[00:04:23] Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin

[00:04:39] REAL NIGGAZ in the midst of droppin this bomb

[00:04:42] Allah blessin me to rep for the better, and carry on

[00:04:45] somethin great and keep a n***a name livin forever!

[00:04:46] Chorus w/minor variations