| Song | Death Around the Corner |
| Artist | Tupac |
| Album | Tupac: Resurrection |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Child:] Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy? | |
| [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, anyday | |
| Trying 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 endo 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 | |
| [Chorus] | |
| (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 getting 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 | |
| I got homies in my head | |
| who done passed away screamin, please | |
| Young nigga, make Gs | |
| 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 | |
| [Chorus] | |
| 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 tho' i'm gone now, nigga it's still on- Pow | |
| Bustin on them niggas 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 will start shit | |
| Excuse me, but this is where we part bitch | |
| No more game for free, please explain to me | |
| Why niggas 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 will forgive me, I was a G | |
| And gettin high was a way of gettin free | |
| I see death around the corner | |
| [Chorus] | |
| This is for all the real mothafuckin niggas out there | |
| I know you ain't scared to die | |
| We all gotta go, ya know ? | |
| A real motherfucker will pick the time he goes | |
| And make sure he handles his motherfuckin business | |
| Y'all niggas stop acting like pussies out there, | |
| all right | |
| [Movie bites] | |
| I'm tired off getting ripped off by guys like that | |
| I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground | |
| I want to got there in the middle of the night, | |
| I wanna piss on his head | |
| I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground | |
| I want to got there in the middle of the night, | |
| I wanna piss on his head | |
| I want that sonova bitch dead, I want him dead |
| Child: Why you by the window?, what' s wrong daddy? | |
| 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, anyday | |
| Trying 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 endo 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| 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 getting 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 | |
| I got homies in my head | |
| who done passed away screamin, please | |
| Young nigga, make Gs | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| 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 tho' i' m gone now, nigga it' s still on Pow | |
| Bustin on them niggas 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 will start shit | |
| Excuse me, but this is where we part bitch | |
| No more game for free, please explain to me | |
| Why niggas 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 will forgive me, I was a G | |
| And gettin high was a way of gettin free | |
| I see death around the corner | |
| Chorus | |
| This is for all the real mothafuckin niggas out there | |
| I know you ain' t scared to die | |
| We all gotta go, ya know ? | |
| A real motherfucker will pick the time he goes | |
| And make sure he handles his motherfuckin business | |
| Y' all niggas stop acting like pussies out there, | |
| all right | |
| Movie bites | |
| I' m tired off getting ripped off by guys like that | |
| I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground | |
| I want to got there in the middle of the night, | |
| I wanna piss on his head | |
| I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground | |
| I want to got there in the middle of the night, | |
| I wanna piss on his head | |
| I want that sonova bitch dead, I want him dead |
| Child: Why you by the window?, what' s wrong daddy? | |
| 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, anyday | |
| Trying 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 endo 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| 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 getting 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 | |
| I got homies in my head | |
| who done passed away screamin, please | |
| Young nigga, make Gs | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| 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 tho' i' m gone now, nigga it' s still on Pow | |
| Bustin on them niggas 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 will start shit | |
| Excuse me, but this is where we part bitch | |
| No more game for free, please explain to me | |
| Why niggas 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 will forgive me, I was a G | |
| And gettin high was a way of gettin free | |
| I see death around the corner | |
| Chorus | |
| This is for all the real mothafuckin niggas out there | |
| I know you ain' t scared to die | |
| We all gotta go, ya know ? | |
| A real motherfucker will pick the time he goes | |
| And make sure he handles his motherfuckin business | |
| Y' all niggas stop acting like pussies out there, | |
| all right | |
| Movie bites | |
| I' m tired off getting ripped off by guys like that | |
| I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground | |
| I want to got there in the middle of the night, | |
| I wanna piss on his head | |
| I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground | |
| I want to got there in the middle of the night, | |
| I wanna piss on his head | |
| I want that sonova bitch dead, I want him dead |