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Still I believe, we always survive, but why?

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

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

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

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

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

Still I believe, we always survive, but why?

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

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

On the East and West Coast the shit is goin' on
The industry be talkin', me often
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 trade in your place, how would I hold up?

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

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

Like the son of God, when lied
And make the think, young blacks should be extinct?
But thug life'll die, we stay high and just link
Will ever 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 just stay
Still, we, will
No matter what, my people stay alive

I wonder what the Commodores through on tour?
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, I put out the indo right now and write down
A and pursue my dream turn my life around

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

I thought I made it but we only took steps
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 and finally it's lookin' good
took it to billions, I knew we would

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

than fifty percent of us
Endin' up with holes the chest
Through the head, the gut it shows
The future for us young shooters and old
Who rich as dope dealers?
Nothing for us but hoop dreams and hood tournaments

Thug coaches with subs 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 you back
But is a dream and y'all taught me that

survive, but why?

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

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