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
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
Start spillin my guts like chicken cordon bleu And straight shit Like notorious big did to that bitch On his skit on his last album Pull my pants down (Chorus) (Kon Artis aka Denine Porter) Is Richard Pryor still alive
you, I don't give a fuck about you or your car Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry And fuck your watch, fuck your wife Fuck your kids, fuck your family, I'll shit on you Is Richard Pryor still alive
getting shot// Pissing in your pants and vomiting blood on the block// Witness Protection, trying to stay alive on a humble// Niggas will hunt you down like Dinosaurs Alive
