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Still I believe, we always survive, but why?

To my wherever you are
Whattup Big? You know shit is rough you slid
You in God's hands now, keep a for me kid
Ain't nuttin' still, party and bullshit
We to fuck R&B bitches and see who rhyme sickest
For hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out

Gun Funk from Queens I came through to smoke blunts
You came to my hood, we was
I wonder if we stayed way, would there have been gunsmoke?
Still on the block around fiends numb from coke, I so
'Cause now with paper, shit is ghetto
But fuck it black, you your life, though your loved ones

Peace to your and your newborn son
It used to be fun, makin' records to see response
But, now competition is none, now you're gone
And these niggaz is wrong, usin' your in vain
And they claim to be New York's king? It ain't about
It's more serious, I plan to toast it up you

Joke with you, happy we on top, the most
Ain't too many real ones out there, I some
But doubt they're capable to take it where you it to
I your wake not 'cause I'm fake
I hate to see somebody so great in that way
I woulda stayed so long so much to say

I had to put it in to keep me and Brooklyn from fightin'
Tellin' me to pay my respects and to the side
But I probably wouldn't have got off my knees to let by
You can't kill nothin' that's to die
You was like God to us in the form of

Still I believe, we always survive, but why?

Still, we will
No matter what, my just stay alive
Still, we will
No matter what, my people just stay

Thug never die
Dear 'Pac, every thug a tear drop and use teeth
To bite off beer tops and pour out a lil'
You was than just the wildest nigga
2Pacalypse, I understand style nigga
It's goin' on the third year, since been gone

On the and West Coast the same shit is goin' on
The industry be talkin', offendin' me
They believe you dead, wanna see you in your coffin
I can relate, shootouts and dates
All eyez on you, niggaz in your face invadin' your
You asked if I could trade in place, how would I hold up?

How long would I ride, I fold up?
How did you through your rhymes it was your time to go?
You predicted it in line, all in your flow
There could never be peace, I have to
Can't believe I my name on the realest shit you ever wrote
We had words the best supposed to clash at the top

But it brotherly when we seen each other and stopped
In NYC, at MTV, people
We was both deep, after you left I got no
about how us real niggaz would be
If we united, a nation of thugs, who could it?
You was caught in a wild homicide or were you

the son of God, when Lucifer lied
And make the world think, young should be extinct?
But thug life'll never die, we high and just link
Will there ever be another MC as
Will you return to us like the of Christ?

somehow I believe, we always survive.. but why?

Still, we, will
No matter what, my people stay alive
Still, we, survive
No matter what, my people just stay

I wonder what the Commodores went on tour?
Did Smokey Robinson, to shoot his way out a war?
What has Al Green that made him religious?
Was it the drugs, put an end to the music
If so, should I put out the right now and write down
A plan and my dream turn my life around

'Cause I'm bound for the movie screen, that scream
I'll need a extra Uzi through my own hood in Queens
It be the ones you knew, that want it on
Tellin' everybody it was him you fronted on
we walked a million miles it was just twenty
Not used to walkin' in the path of legit

I thought I made it but we only took baby
Up the success ladder, where pay me checks
To my when I got it I said, "Baby bless"
That was the 80's but now look at this mess
We in the 90's and finally it's lookin'
Hip-hop took it to billions, I knew we

A lot of ups and downs in the game, lose or gain
A couple pounds to maintain, one day you here
The next you not, when you around niggaz 'em out
Some is it, most individuals plots
And run the spots, some choose to stay to
While others have no cares and in jail

More than fifty of us
up with holes through the chest
Through the head, the gut it shows
The future for us young shooters and old
Who become rich as dealers?
Nothing left for us but dreams and hood tournaments

Thug coaches with sittin' on the bench, either that or rap
We the fast way outta this trap
Whether it be 9 to 5 or crack
To my deceased Gods wishin' I bring you back
But life is a dream and taught me that

survive, but why?

Always survive,
Still, we, will
No what, my people just stay alive
Still, we, will
No matter what, my just stay alive

Still, we, survive
No matter
Still, we, survive
No what
Still, we, survive
No matter
My niggaz just alive