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Still somehow I believe, we survive, but why?

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

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

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

Joke you, happy we on top, the most official
Ain't too many real ones out there, I feel
But they're capable to take it where you took it to
I missed your wake not 'cause I'm
'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 from fightin'
Tellin' me to pay my and move to the side
But I probably wouldn't have got off my to let people by
You can't kill nothin' ready to die
You was like God to us in the of Allah

Still somehow I believe, we survive, but why?

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

Thug never die
Dear 'Pac, every thug sheds a tear and use teeth
To bite off beer tops and out a lil' liquor
You was more than just the wildest
2Pacalypse, I understand your 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', me often
They don't believe you dead, see you in your coffin
I can relate, shootouts and dates
All on you, niggaz in your 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 your to go?
You predicted it in every line, all in your
There could never be peace, I have to
Can't believe I heard my name on the realest you ever wrote
We had words 'cause the supposed to clash at the top

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

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

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

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

I wonder what the went through on tour?
Did Smokey Robinson, have to shoot his way out a
What has Al 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 write
A plan and pursue my dream my life around

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

I I made it but we only took baby 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 90's and it's lookin' good
took it to billions, I knew we would

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

More than fifty 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 for us but hoop dreams and hood tournaments

Thug coaches 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 I could bring you back
But life is a dream and y'all taught me

survive, but why?

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

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