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L.A. Guns - Dats Why We Die lyrics
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
 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 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
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 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
Chorus
 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
Chorus









