album: I Am... (1999)
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Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but why? 

[Nas] 
To my dogs.. wherever you are 

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? 

[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 

I wonder what the Commodores went through on tour? 
Did Smokey Robinson, have to shoot his way out a war? 
What has Al Green seen, that made him religious? 
Was it the drugs -- put an end to the music business? 
If so, should I put out the indo right now and write down 
a plan and pursue my dream turn my life around 
Cause I'm bound for the movie screen, cuties that scream 
I'll need a extra Uzi riding through my own hood in Queens 
It be the ones you always knew, that want it on 
Tellin everybody it was him, that you fronted on 
Thought we walked a million miles it was just twenty 
Not used to walkin in the path of legit money 
I thought I made it but we only took baby steps 
Up the success ladder, where they pay me checks 
To my clicks when I got it I said "Baby bless" 
That was the 80's, but now look at this crazy mess 
We in the 90's, and finally it's lookin good 
Hip-hop took it to billions, I knew we would 
A lot of ups and downs in the game, could lose or gain 
a couple pounds tryin to maintain -- one day you here 
the next you not; when you around niggaz, check 'em out 
Some is bout it, most individuals plots 
and run the spots, some choose to stay to theyselves 
While others have no cares and stay in jail 
More than fifty percent of us 
endin up with holes through the chest 
through the head, through the gut it shows 
The future for us young shooters and old killers 
Who become rich as dope dealers? 
Nothing left for us but hoop dreams and hood tournaments 
Thug coaches with subs sittin on the bench; either that or rap 
We want the fast way outta this trap 
Whether it be 9 to 5 or slangin crack 
To my deceased Gods wishin I could bring you back 
But life is a dream and y'all taught me that 

.. always survive.. but why? 

[Nas] 
Always survive, always 
Still, we, will survive 
No matter what, my people just stay alive 
Still, we, will survive 
No matter what, my people just stay alive 
Still, we, will survive (no matter what) 
Still, we, will survive (no matter what) 
Still, we, will survive 
No matter what, my niggaz just stay alive

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