Death Around The Corner - 2Pac

Mother: I know what’s wrong with that crazy motherfucker

He’s 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

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

Tryin to 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 think about my daddy

Madder than a motherfucker, 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 out of breath

Make me wanna kill my damn self;

but I see death around the corner

(When we were kids, belonging felt good.)

I see death around the corner

(But having respect, that feels even better.)

I see death around the corner

(When we were kids, belonging felt good.)

I see death around the corner

(But having respect, that feels even better.)

I see death around the corner, the pressure’s gettin to me

I no longer trust my homies — them phonies tried to do me

Smoking 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 suckers

They fought like they your homies but they phony motherfuckers

And even if I did die young, who cares

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

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 drinking liquor til’you out cold

And though I’m grown now, nigga it’s still on — Pow!

Bustin on them niggaz 'til they gone

How many more jealous ass bitches, comin for my riches

Now I gotta stay 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 niggaz trip bitch, who you came to see?

Murderin now but see me later man, as for my pops

I got homies that will hunt you 'til 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

This is for all the real motherfuckin niggaz out there

I know you ain’t scared to die;

we all gotta go, y’know?

A real motherfucker will pick the time he goes

And make sure he handles his motherfuckin business

(You think you’re gonna live long enough to spend that money,

you fuckin hump?

→dialogue from King of New York)

Y’all niggaz stop acting like pussies out there, all right

If any of you.

are tired of gettin’ripped off by guys like that.

→C.

Walken

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 head!

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 head!

I want that sunnuvabitch dead, I want him dead!

I want him dead, I don’t care.