Verse 1
 Numskull:
 All eyes on me, so that means all eyes against me
 simply cuz I may do in this world what God sent me
 if I said that I was gonna die,
 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 an lovin' hootchie prostitutes
 jewels an big high rollin to the big part
 of two main thugs who got plugged with slugs but had so much love
 until tha paraphernalia, you can't floss or make mill
 one fellow dies in his click then it's all hell
 Big Poppa took hot ones 2Pacalypse took hot ones
 now, between east and west there's problems
 it's true cuz who knows when you gonna die, who
 knows when and where, who knows tha reason why
 who goes and who stays who pause in these days
 who paves the roads ways
 who makes bread and who plays
 not rollin' not doin' what you love (uh-uh) an when I die
 I wanna die in this business as a thug
 so I ask you, why?

 Chorus:

 Why do thugs die, makes you wanna cry
 Why do thugs die, cuz it's insane
 Why do thugs die, makes you wanna cry
 Why do thugs die, cuz it's insane

 Verse 2

 Yukmouth:
 Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, uh,
 Sometimes I wanna pray, sometimes I wanna say somethin'
 to God cuz 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 Lil ???, that be my son
 so many people with money fall victim of the gun
 for tryin' ta rock your rhymes like ??? caught two in the lungs
 wanted to get me, dear lord forgive me, I didn't
 wanna die this quickly
 God the most expert hitman on earth to get me
 had plans to have tha inner city killin' each other
 first Pac now Biggie, what really goes on
 lets hold on, like En Vogue, cuz when them devils want you gone
 you gone, tombstones and funeral
 homes keep yo game strong
 my little homie got his brains blown (POW!)
 ready to get yo whobang on, C an Rappin' Ron I miss ya
 dudes, how many brothers must we lose
 before we hit tha ballers fued
 it's only hurtin' me and you
 cuz they tryin' to shut down our music that we use
 dont be confused, these ??? folks to us
 control the industry, got us programmed like New York is the enemy
 man look what they did to Kennedy
 why, why, why me, why me, why do thugs die playa

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 Verse 3

 Numskull:
 1, 2, 3 years of struggle, huddles and plans
 can't amount to millions bubble
 that's why we keep stacks tucked and cuddled
 I praise any human makin' loot by the truck loads
 my motto stay clean like pimps in El Dorado
 or any real playa makin' ripples in the pond,
 got hustles for days, kinda makes me think of mine
 and by the time I'm 30 I wanna own them things
 in your ear (what) bubble for 20
 years if the world is still here

 Yukmouth:
 Uh-huh, huh, playboy, it seems like everybody with bread
 get indicted by the feds
 and family members end up dead, REDRUM
 I used to read psalms and go to church to be an usher
 then of course the terms they got worser
 everyday is a different murder, so many
 funerals and waits, pour out liquor smoke blunts
 in the face when thugs die, you can't stop cryin
 cuz I lost my momma then my father in '95, I ask the lord why
 why thugs die, why do thugs die
 it's like that there playboys
 watch your back cuz 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
 my playboy Tupac, rest in peace
 my playboy, Biggie Smalls, one love rest in peace
 to all the other soldiers, everybody who lost somebody
 you know (world wide)
 reminisce, lets do this, pour out some liquor
 smoke some blunts with your folks
 they lookin' down on us proud
 there is a heaven for a G playboy, that's real
 believe me, done deal, done deal, done deal, done deal, uh

 Chorus
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