Artist: Willie D Album: Play Witcha Mama Song: Niggas Are Dyin' Typed by: dy_face@yahoo.com [Intro] [Willie D] Boy, what you do in here in three O'clock in the morning? [Some Kid] Uncle Willie, I gotta leave Houston. I'm.. I'm.. I'm five years old and I'm stuck in the dope game [Chorus: Excerpts from Unknown previous Records] 2X I don't do this part for fame Getting dirt game, getting dirt game [Verse One: Willie D] Niggaz are dying, families are crying I'm wondering why in; the hell blacks keep looking to the sky And.. asking God for help And when he help those, who help themselves And niggaz don't fit the category Cause when it's Black-On-Black we pull the trigger in a hurry Please don't step on my road-dog's high tops Cause he will put your ass in a pine box And if he makes it to court Don't be surprised if your family comes up short See you're dealing with a system, that do not care About niggaz, and others on welfare Every single day; Another brother in my city gets blown away Check out the Ten O'clock News tonight I'm not lying, man niggaz are dying [Chorus] [Verse Two: Willie D] Rodney got killed on the street the other week He was my friend, and so was Keak Each one had a chance But they died waiting on the ambulance No! I won't blame the paramedics Like Cube, I'ma blame it on Us, cause we let it Happens, again and again without doing shit But when the police do it we wanna pitch the bitch Niggaz dropping like flies And Willie D is running out of the suits and ties Going to the funerals G Staring at the casket, knowing one day it'll be me I fight the tears from the webs of my eyes With the family, I gotta sympathize See, it's hard on me, but for them it's much harder Cause blood is thicker than water It's messed up, how they shot Little Dool He was just a baby, only in Middle School The Lord giveth and he taketh it away, now that's fine But why are we the only ones dying? [Chorus] [Verse Three: Willie D] I don't go to the club as much Cause niggaz do nothing but cuss and fuss And bust caps on one another Every night around 2:00 AM fools running for cover And since bullets ain't got no name Somebody ends up slain, cause niggaz can't aim One shot to the head duke Homie tried to duck, but the slug beat him to his nook Another brother got laid to rest Came in a Jeep, but he left in a hearse Now that's the way the ball bounces Can't keep blaming shit on the Forty Ounces Cause that goes to the white clubs boo See, I'm drinking all night and never argue But I can't go to the park Cause anytime a bunch of niggaz together, some shit's gonna start Acting just like monkeys Getting laughed at by the redneck honkies And you know I'm not lying, goddamn it, niggaz are dying [Kid] I don't know uncle Willie My mama's in the streets everyday, and my daddy's running that shit I don't know what I'ma do, what you think? [Willie D] I tell you what, you crash here tonight Tomorrow we'll go shopping and you'll roll with me from now on [Chorus] [Outro: Willie D overlapping the above chorus] This one is my little Cousin Hedz R-I-P, see you when I get there