of town, never gonna die I'm still alive, half a mile until the border line Still alive, leave the scene and you won't do the time I'm still alive,
out of town, never gonna die I'm still alive, half a mile until the border line Still alive, leave the scene and you won't do the time I'm still alive
? Do you really want me dead or alive to torture for my sins? Do you really want? Do you really want me? Do you really want me dead or alive to live
no concerns The ultra-heavy-beat is going strong If it feels this good then it can't be wrong Karma echo eternity What's good for you is still good for
strong survive (We still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (Thug life, we still livin it) We
very first time Don't you pay no mind Set me free again You keep alive a moment at a time But still inside a whisper to a riot To sacrifice but
you really want me dead or alive To torture for my sins Do you really want Do you really want me Do you really want me dead or alive To live a lie Tell
cheese I got a negative number on my S.A.T.'s I'm not good looking and I don't know how to dance But nevertheless and in spite of the evidence I am still
is still alive With the start for the riot of your time Here's a ticket for a burning train To set the world in flame, to play the hero's game The riot
it And when I'm on the mic, I never stutter or stumble 'cause I'm a jungle brother, straight out the jungle Cool and quiet, but quick to start up a riot
t losin like 'Pac, there's rules on my block I'm from Detroit bitch, it ain't cool to be shot [gunshots] (Is he still alive?) (Yeah yeah, I think so) (
I was followed by Facing trouble with no alibi, had to swallow pride Vilified, victimized, penalized, criticized Ran into some people that's surprised I was still alive
the impact of a flying fist Always show up unannounced on you nigga, I'm kinda sick What that nigga shoot that gun at me for, you still alive I'm a riot
crown Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah So here I go kickin science in ninety-five I be illin, parental discretion is advised still
waits in my cell I can smell him Somebody tell him that I still breathe, leave I'm alive I'll never see 25 Yet still I can feel, I'm real When it all
I left Alabama but it never once left me And it's still the only refuge in my mind 'Cause where you gonna be when half of California riots? Where you
with their optimistic colors Democrat grandparents and draft-dodging brothers Riots down the street and discontented mothers We do what we can Downstairs it's quiet, less alive
