[Verse One: Yaki Kadafi]

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
Wheeling and dealing
Ain't looking appealing
Cause now I got a funny feeling for a million
And hey around my way young thugz stay strapped
With extra ammo on they [bad word] back's
And crack to sell
Can't go back to jail
Pack tail and help this young [bad word] stack some mail
And crime's in the New York Times ain't getting better
And Lord knows this [bad word] won't last forever
These days for the cream and thing's
Kids will black out
Some cracked out hit the pen max out [bad word] home and blow a back out
Cause life's a task
Trying to earn some cash without that burning mass and still I ask

[EDI aka Big Malcolm talking:]

Where will I be this time next year
Will I survive or die
Yo will I still be here

 [bad word]  Tupac and Young Thugz]

Success, drapped in riches having  with the badest [bad word] 
(But I was only 17 young thug wanting 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
(Thinking about, Success, drapped in riches having  with the badest
 [bad word] 
But I was only 17 young thug wanting cream and thing's
My homie couldn't help but dream of fame

[Verse Two: Kastro aka K-Dogg]

All I see is
Crack feind's and [bad word] dealer's
And cops will stop beam scheme's and chrome wheeler's
When will these
 [bad word] #39;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 [bad word] and
Jealous niggas hit list
I see [bad word] and I [bad word] 
It's way too late
And if I got to die young then it's just my fate
I be a thug [bad word] 
The same time around next year (Thug life)
No lie, if I cry then it be tek tears
'97 probably be [bad word] of heaven for a [bad word] like me
But i'ma keep bailing there ain't no telling where your homie will be
And it ain't just only me
But all the niggas that [bad word] with
Stacking figger's smacking niggas and having fun it's dumb
(Why?)
Cause in a flash my [bad word] can be a goner
So i'ma puff blunts and get [bad word] when the [bad word] I wanna
And I wonder
Where will I be next year

[Verse Three: Tupac]

I be [bad word] up and weeded
No introduction needed
Get your hoochie hot enough to eat it
As I proceed to kick the [bad word] 
I'm bucking foe's
And ducking hoes
Suppose that then can catch me off [bad word] toes
And even though i'm still high
I'm thugging till I die
Never let these [bad word] catch me with my eye's closed
Got bullet holes in my building
Seen the death of many children
Between us them niggas killed them
All these stressful [bad word] memories
All I can see is all the homie's that I witnessed bleed
It's is killing me

[EDI talking:]

Will I survive or die
Yo will I still be here

 [bad word]  Tupac and Young Thugz]

Success, drapped in riches having  with the badest [bad word] 
(But I was only 17 young thug wanting 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
(Thinking about, Success, drapped in riches having  with the badest
 [bad word] 
But I was only 17 young thug wanting cream and thing's
My homie couldn't help but dream of fame
What?
What?
So what?
What?
So?