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Still somehow I believe, we survive, but why?

To my wherever you are
Whattup Big? You know is rough after you slid
You in God's hands now, a place 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

Machine Gun from Queens I came through to smoke blunts
You came to my hood, we was
I wonder if we stayed that way, would 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' your life, though your 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 in vain
And they claim to be New York's king? It about that
It's more serious, I plan to toast it up you

Joke with you, happy we on top, the most
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 I'm fake
'Cause I hate to see so great in that way
I stayed so long with so much to say

I had to put it in writin' to keep me and Brooklyn from
Tellin' me to pay my respects and 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 always survive, but

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

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

On the East and Coast the same shit is goin' on
The industry be talkin', offendin' me
don't believe you dead, wanna see you in your coffin
I can relate, and court dates
All eyez on you, niggaz in your face 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 through your rhymes it was your time to go?
You predicted it in every line, all in your
could never 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 to clash at the top

But kept it when 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 could it?
You was caught in a wild homicide or were you

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

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

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

I wonder what the Commodores 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 business?
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 movie screen, cuties scream
I'll need a extra Uzi riding my own hood in Queens
It be the ones you knew, that 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 made it but we only baby steps
Up the ladder, where they pay me checks
To my when I got it I said, "Baby bless"
was the 80's but now look at this 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, could lose or
A couple pounds to maintain, one day you here
The next you not, when you around check 'em out
Some is it, most individuals plots
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 through the chest
Through the head, through the gut it
The for us young shooters and old killers
Who become as dope dealers?
Nothing for us but hoop dreams and hood tournaments

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

Always survive, but

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

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