Yaki Kadafi, E.D.I. Mean, Kastro, 2Pac - Where Will I Be lyrics
[Yaki Kadafi, E.D.I. Mean, Kastro, 2Pac - Where Will I Be lyrics]
As I think back to what the
Whipper's on the rear was for
And take look at all my niggas who
Ain't here no more and all that
Wheelin' and dealin' ain't lookin' appealin'
Cause now I got a funny feelin' for a million
And hey around my way
Young Thugz stay strapped
With extra ammo on they motherfuckin' back's
And crack to sell can't go back to jail
Pack tail and help this young
Nigga stack some mail
And crime's in the New York
Times ain't gettin' better
And Lord knows this shit won't last forever
These days for the cream and thing's
Kids will black out
Some cracked out hit the pen max out
Come home and blow a back out
Cause life's a task
Tryin' to earn some cash without that
Burnin' mass and still I ask
Where will I be this time next year
Will I survive or die
Yo will I still be here
Success, draped in riches havin' sex
With the baddest bitches
(But I was only 17 young
Thug wantin' cream and thing's)
(My homie couldn't help but dream of
Fame and still I wonder)
Where will I be this time next year
Will I survive or die
Yo will I still be here
(Thinkin' about, Success
Draped in riches havin' sex with the baddest
Bitches) but I was only 17 young
Thug wantin' cream and thing's
My homie couldn't help but dream of fame
All I see is crack feind's and drug dealer's
And cops will stop beam
Scheme's and chrome wheeler's
When will these
Motherfucker's really feel us
Maybe if we illed out
And turned into killer's i dream that
One day i'll be rich and
Be on every bitch and
Jealous niggas hit list
I see you comin' and I ain't runnin'
It's way too late and if I got to die young
Then it's just my fate i be a thug nigga
The same time around next year (Thug life)
No lie, if I cry then it be tek tears
'97 probably be hell of heaven
For a nigga like me
But I'mma keep bailin' there ain't no
Tellin' where your homie will be
And it ain't just only me
But all the niggas that I run with
Stackin' figger's smackin' niggas and
Havin' fun it's dumb (Why?)
Cause in a flash my ass can be a goner
So I'mma puff blunts and get drunk
When the fuck I wanna and I wonder
Where will I be next year
I be fucked up and weeded
No introduction needed
Get your hoochie hot enough to eat it
As I proceed to kick the G shit
I'm buckin' foe's and duckin' hoes
Suppose that then can catch
Me off fuckin' toes
And even though I'm still high
I'm thuggin' till I die
Never let these bitches catch me
With my eye's closed
Got bullet holes in my buildin'
Seen the death of many children
Between us them niggas killed them
All these stressful ass memories
All I can see is all the
Homie's that I witnessed bleed
It's is killin' me
Will I survive or die
Yo will I still be here
Success, draped in riches havin' sex
With the baddest bitches
(But I was only 17 young
Thug wantin' cream and thing's
My homie couldn't help but dream of
Fame and still I wonder)
Where will I be this time next year
Will I survive or die
Yo will I still be here
(Thinkin' about, Success
Draped in riches havin' sex with the baddest
Bitches) but I was only 17 young
Thug wantin' cream and thing's
My homie couldn't help but dream of fame
What? What?
So what? What?
So?
Whipper's on the rear was for
And take look at all my niggas who
Ain't here no more and all that
Wheelin' and dealin' ain't lookin' appealin'
Cause now I got a funny feelin' for a million
And hey around my way
Young Thugz stay strapped
With extra ammo on they motherfuckin' back's
And crack to sell can't go back to jail
Pack tail and help this young
Nigga stack some mail
And crime's in the New York
Times ain't gettin' better
And Lord knows this shit won't last forever
These days for the cream and thing's
Kids will black out
Some cracked out hit the pen max out
Come home and blow a back out
Cause life's a task
Tryin' to earn some cash without that
Burnin' mass and still I ask
Where will I be this time next year
Will I survive or die
Yo will I still be here
Success, draped in riches havin' sex
With the baddest bitches
(But I was only 17 young
Thug wantin' cream and thing's)
(My homie couldn't help but dream of
Fame and still I wonder)
Where will I be this time next year
Will I survive or die
Yo will I still be here
(Thinkin' about, Success
Draped in riches havin' sex with the baddest
Bitches) but I was only 17 young
Thug wantin' cream and thing's
My homie couldn't help but dream of fame
All I see is crack feind's and drug dealer's
And cops will stop beam
Scheme's and chrome wheeler's
When will these
Motherfucker's really feel us
Maybe if we illed out
And turned into killer's i dream that
One day i'll be rich and
Be on every bitch and
Jealous niggas hit list
I see you comin' and I ain't runnin'
It's way too late and if I got to die young
Then it's just my fate i be a thug nigga
The same time around next year (Thug life)
No lie, if I cry then it be tek tears
'97 probably be hell of heaven
For a nigga like me
But I'mma keep bailin' there ain't no
Tellin' where your homie will be
And it ain't just only me
But all the niggas that I run with
Stackin' figger's smackin' niggas and
Havin' fun it's dumb (Why?)
Cause in a flash my ass can be a goner
So I'mma puff blunts and get drunk
When the fuck I wanna and I wonder
Where will I be next year
I be fucked up and weeded
No introduction needed
Get your hoochie hot enough to eat it
As I proceed to kick the G shit
I'm buckin' foe's and duckin' hoes
Suppose that then can catch
Me off fuckin' toes
And even though I'm still high
I'm thuggin' till I die
Never let these bitches catch me
With my eye's closed
Got bullet holes in my buildin'
Seen the death of many children
Between us them niggas killed them
All these stressful ass memories
All I can see is all the
Homie's that I witnessed bleed
It's is killin' me
Will I survive or die
Yo will I still be here
Success, draped in riches havin' sex
With the baddest bitches
(But I was only 17 young
Thug wantin' cream and thing's
My homie couldn't help but dream of
Fame and still I wonder)
Where will I be this time next year
Will I survive or die
Yo will I still be here
(Thinkin' about, Success
Draped in riches havin' sex with the baddest
Bitches) but I was only 17 young
Thug wantin' cream and thing's
My homie couldn't help but dream of fame
What? What?
So what? What?
So?