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Still I believe, we always survive, but why?

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

Machine Gun Funk from Queens I came through to smoke
You came to my hood, we was
I if we stayed that 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 livin' your life, your loved ones

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

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

I had to put it in writin' to me and Brooklyn 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 nothin' that's ready to die
You was God to us in the form of Allah

Still I believe, we always survive, but why?

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

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

On the and West Coast the same shit is goin' on
The be talkin', offendin' 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 your face invadin' space
You asked if I could trade in 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 line, all in your flow
There could be peace, I have to quote
Can't believe I heard my name on the shit you ever wrote
We had words 'cause the best supposed to at the top

But it brotherly when we seen each other and stopped
In NYC, at MTV, people
We was both deep, you left I got no sleep
Think about how us 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 blacks should be
But thug life'll never die, we stay and just link
Will there be another MC as nice?
Will you return to us the resurrection of Christ?

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

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

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

I'm bound for the movie screen, cuties that scream
I'll need a Uzi riding through my own hood in Queens
It be the ones you always knew, want it on
Tellin' it was him that you fronted on
Thought we 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 steps
Up the success ladder, where they pay me
To my clicks 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 good
Hip-hop took it to billions, I we would

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

than fifty percent of us
Endin' up holes through the chest
Through the head, through the gut it
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 sittin' on the bench, that or rap
We the fast way outta this trap
Whether it be 9 to 5 or slangin'
To my deceased Gods wishin' I could you back
But life is a dream and y'all taught me

survive, but why?

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

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