[Intro:]
— Why you by the window, what's wrong, daddy?
— I know what's wrong with that crazy mothafucka, he just stand by the goddamn window with that fuckin' AK all day. You don't work, you don't fuck, you don't, you don't do a goddamn thing!
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive
In the city where the skinny niggas die.
If they bury me, bury me as a G, nigga, no need to worry
I expect retaliation in a hurry,
I see death around the corner, any day
Tryna keep it together, no one lives forever, anyway,
Strugglin' and strivin', my destiny's to die,
Keep my finger on the trigger, no mercy in my eyes.
In a ball of confusion I'm thinkin' ‘bout my daddy,
Madder than a mothafucka, they never shoulda had me,
I guess I seen too many murders, the doctors can't help me,
Got me stressin' with my pistol in my sheets, it ain't healthy.
Am I paranoid? Tell me the truth,
I'm out the window with my AK ready to shoot,
Ran out of indo and my mind can't take the stress, I'm outta breath,
Make me wanna kill my damn self; but I see death around the corner.
[Chorus:]
When we were kids, belonging felt good.
What ya see?
I see death around the corner!
But having respect, that feels even better.
What ya see?
I see death around the corner!
When we were kids, belonging felt good.
What ya see?
I see death around the corner!
But having respect, that feels even better.
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
I see death around the corner, the pressure's gettin' to me,
I no longer trust my homies, them phonies tried to do me,
Smokin' too much weed got me paranoid, stressed,
Pack a gat and my vest under my clothes when I dress.
Here's hopin' I die the way I lived – straight thuggin',
Huggin' my trigger for all them niggas that was buggin',
My homie told me once, ‘Don't you trust them other suckas,
They front like they your homies, but they phony mothafuckas!'
And even if I did die young, who'd care,
All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares,
Got homies in my head that done passed away screamin', ‘Please!'
Young nigga make G's,
I can't give up, although I'm hopeless, I think my mind's gone,
All I can do is get my grind on, death around the corner.
[Chorus:]
When we were kids, belonging felt good.
What ya see?
I see death around the corner!
But having respect, that feels even better.
What ya see?
I see death around the corner!
When we were kids, belonging felt good.
What ya see?
I see death around the corner!
But having respect, that feels even better.
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
I was raised in the city, shitty,
Ever since I was an itty-bitty kitty
Drinkin' liquor out my momma's titty,
And smokin' weed was an everyday thang in my household,
And drinkin' liquor till you out cold.
And though I'm grown now, nigga, it's still on, pow!
Bustin' on them niggas till they gone,
How many more jealous ass bitches comin' for my riches?
Now I gotta be suspicious when I bone,
‘Cause if I ain't sharp and heartless, them bitches'll start shit,
Excuse me, but this is where we part, bitch!
No more game for free, please, explain to me,
Why niggas trip, bitch, who you came to see?
Murder me now but see me later, man, that's on my pops,
I got homies that will hunt you till you drop.
I hope the Lord can forgive me, I was a G,
And gettin' high was a way of bein' free, I see death around the corner.
[Chorus:]
When we were kids, belonging felt good.
What ya see?
I see death around the corner!
But having respect, that feels even better.
What ya see?
I see death around the corner!
When we were kids, belonging felt good.
What ya see?
I see death around the corner!
But having respect, that feels even better.
[Outro: 2Pac]
This is for all the real mothafuckin' niggas out there, I know you ain't scared to die, we all gotta go, y'know? A real mothafucka will pick the time he goes, and make sure he handles his mothafuckin' business. Y'all niggas stop actin' like pussies out there, all right?
— You think you're gonna live long enough to spend that money, you fucking hump?
— If any of you are tired of getting ripped off by guys like that...
— I want his family dead! I want his house burnt to the ground! I wanna go there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his ashes I want his family dead! I want his house burnt to the ground! I wanna go there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his ashes!"
— I want that son of a bitch dead, I want him dead! I want him dead, I don't care.
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