Dying To Live
2 Pac ft. Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics

And I wonder if they'll laugh when I'm dead?
I question whether people will mock me after I pass away

Why am I fighting to live, if I'm just living to fight?
What's the point of struggling to survive if life is constant conflict?

Why am I trying to see, when there ain't nothing in sight?
Why do I strive to understand things when there's no clarity?

Why am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try?
Why do I continue to offer help when no one returns the favor?

Why am I dying to live, if I'm just living to die?
What's the purpose of seeking longevity when life is essentially a waiting game for death?

Check it, I grew up a fuckin' screw-up
Listen up, I came from a rough upbringing

Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin' blew up
I got involved in the drug trade and quickly became successful

Choppin' rocks overnight
I was busy breaking down and selling drugs all night

The nigga Biggie Smalls trying to turn into the black Frank White
My rival, Notorious B.I.G., is attempting to emulate the criminal persona of a fictional character named Frank White

We had to grow dreads to change our description
We altered our hairstyle to avoid being easily identified by law enforcement

Two cops is on the milk box missing
Two police officers are currently missing and being publicly searched for

Show they toes you know they got stepped on
Evidence of violence against these missing police officers implies that they were targeted and murdered

A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
I carry a gun loaded with bullets that can pierce through bulletproof vests

Run from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fat
Escaping from law enforcement is unrealistic for me due to my physical size

I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
I joke about experiencing an asthma attack due to the physical exertion of running from the police

That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
This is why I shoot back at police, as it doesn't have an emotional impact on me

When he drop, take his Glock, and I'm Swayze
When I successfully shoot and kill a police officer, I take their gun and continue with my criminal activities

Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
After successfully evading law enforcement, I celebrate by selling the gun I used and purchasing more drugs to sell

Lay back, I got some money to make, motherfucker
I relax and prepare to continue making a profit from my criminal activities

It's on me
I am responsible for the consequences of my actions

But still I'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed
I still recall the exhilaration and fear of driving at high speeds while being chased by the police

As I laugh, pushing the gas while my Glocks blast
I recall laughing and accelerating while firing my gun at police during this high-speed chase

We was young and we was dumb, but we had heart
Though we were foolish and reckless, we were brave and determined

In the dark, will we survive through the bad parts
Despite facing many obstacles and dangers, we managed to survive through the worst of it

Many dreams is what I had, and plenty wishes
I had many aspirations and desires for my life

No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
I have no qualms about killing those who betray me or provide information to the police

Envious bitches, they still continue to pursue me
Jealous females are still trying to gain my attention or affection

A couple of movies, now the whole world's trying to screw me
After my rise to fame through music and film, I am now experiencing intense scrutiny and criticism from the public and media

Even the cops tried to sue me, so what can I do?
Even law enforcement has attempted to take legal action against me, leaving me with limited options

But stay true, sipping 22's of brew
Despite the challenges I face, I remain authentic to myself and find solace in drinking beer

And now media is trying to test me
The press is attempting to provoke me and challenge my patience

Got the press asking questions, trying to stress me
The media is bombarding me with inquiries and attempting to cause me emotional distress

Misery is all I see, that's my mind state
I am currently feeling hopeless and depressed

My history with the police will shake the crime rate
My experiences with law enforcement will likely influence the amount of criminal activity in the surrounding area

My main man had two strikes, slipped, got arrested and flipped
My close friend had two prior convictions, made a mistake, and ultimately turned against me and cooperated with the police

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip
My friend declared his loyalty to the gangster lifestyle before firing all the bullets in his gun

Got tired of running from the police
My friend eventually grew weary of constantly being pursued by law enforcement