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Still I believe, we always survive, but why?

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

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

Peace to your daughter and newborn son
It used to be fun, makin' records to see your
But, now competition is none, now you're gone
And these is wrong, usin' your name 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

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

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

somehow I believe, we always survive, but why?

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

Thug life die
Dear 'Pac, every thug 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, since you've gone

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

How long I ride, before I fold up?
How did you know through your rhymes it was time to go?
You predicted it in every line, all in your
There could be peace, I have to quote
Can't believe I heard my name on the realest shit you wrote
We had words the best supposed to clash at the top

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

Like the son of God, when Lucifer
And the world think, young blacks should be extinct?
But life'll never die, we stay high and just link
Will there ever be MC as nice?
Will you return to us like the resurrection of

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

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

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

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

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

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 niggaz check 'em out
Some is bout it, most plots
And run the spots, some choose to to theyselves
While others have no and stay in jail

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

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

survive, but why?

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

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