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Still I believe, we always survive, but why?

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

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

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

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

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

Still somehow I believe, we survive, but why?

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

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

On the and West Coast the same shit is goin' on
The industry be talkin', offendin' me
They don't believe you dead, see you in your coffin
I can relate, shootouts and court
All eyez on you, niggaz in face invadin' your space
You asked if I could trade in your place, how would I up?

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

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

Like the son of God, when Lucifer
And make the think, young blacks should be extinct?
But thug life'll die, we stay high and just link
Will there be another MC as nice?
Will you return to us like the resurrection of

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

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

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

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

I thought I it but we only took baby steps
Up the ladder, where they pay me checks
To my clicks I got it I said, "Baby bless"
That was the 80's but now look at crazy mess
We in the 90's and finally lookin' good
took it to billions, I knew we would

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

More than percent of us
Endin' up with holes the chest
the head, through the gut it shows
The future for us young shooters and old
Who become rich as dope
Nothing left for us but hoop and hood tournaments

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

survive, but why?

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

Still, we, will
No matter
Still, we, survive
No what
Still, we, will
No matter
My just stay alive