Whattup Big? You know shit is rough after you slid You in God's hands now, keep a place for me kid Ain't nuttin changed -- still _Party and Bullshit_ We used to +Fuck R&B Bitches+ and see who rhyme sickest For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out _Machine Gun Funk_, from Queens I came through to smoke blunts You came to my hood, we was broke I wonder if we stayed that way, would there have been gunsmoke? Still on the block around fiends numb from coke, I guess so Cause now with paper, shit is still ghetto But fuck it black, you livin your life, though your loved ones Peace to your daughter and your newborn son It used to be fun, makin records to see your response But, now competition is none, now that you're gone And these niggaz is wrong -- usin your name in vain And they claim to be New York's king? It ain't about that It's more serious, I plan to toast it up with you Joke with you, happy we on top, the most official Ain't too many real ones out there; I feel some but doubt they're, capable, to take it where you took it to I missed your wake not cause I'm fake cause I hate to see somebody so great in that way I woulda stayed so long with so much to say I had to put it in writin to keep me and Brooklyn from fightin Tellin me to pay my respects and move to the side But I probably wouldn't have got off my knees to let people by You can't kill nothin that's _Ready to Die_ You was like God to us in the form of Allah
Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but why?
[Nas] Still, we, will survive No matter what, my people just stay alive Still, we, will survive No matter what, my people just stay alive
Thug Life never die..
Dear 'Pac, every thug sheds a tear drop -- and use teeth to bite off beer tops, and _Pour Out a Lil' Liquor_ You was more than just the wildest nigga +2Pacalypse+, I understand your style nigga It's goin on the third year, since you've been gone On the East and West Coast the same shit is goin on The industry be talkin, offendin me often They don't believe you dead, wanna see you in your coffin I can relate, shootouts and court dates +All Eyez on You+, niggaz in your face invadin your space You asked if I could trade in your place, how would I hold up? How long would I ride, before I fold up? How did you know through your rhymes it was your time to go? You predicted it in every line, all in your flow There could _Never Be Peace_ I have to quote Can't believe I heard my name on the realest shit you ever wrote We had words cause the best supposed to clash at the top but kept it brotherly, when we seen each other and stopped in NYC, at MTV, people watched We was both deep, after you left, I got no sleep Think about how us real niggaz would be If we united, a nation of thugs, who could fight it? You was caught in a wild homicide, or were you crucified like the son of God, when Lucifer lied and make the world think, young blacks should be extinct? But Thug Life'll never die, we stay high and just link Will there ever be another MC as nice? Will you return to us like the resurrection of Christ?
Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but why?