Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Death Around The Corner, artist - 2Pac. Album song Me Against The World, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
Death Around The Corner |
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. |