Dying To Live
Biggie & 2Pac Lyrics

And I wonder if they'll laugh when I'm dead?
I wonder if people who doubted me will find humor in my death.

Why am I fighting to live, if I'm just living to fight?
Why do I struggle to survive if life feels like an endless battle?

Why am I trying to see, when there ain't nothing in sight?
Why am I striving for clarity, when the path ahead is unclear?

Why am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try?
Why do I continue to offer myself to others when I feel neglected and overlooked?

Why am I dying to live, if I'm just living to die?
Why do I feel like my existence is a fruitless, meaningless cycle?

Check it, I grew up a fuckin' screw-up
Listen up, I had a tough childhood and made a lot of mistakes.

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

Choppin' rocks overnight
I spent countless nights preparing drugs for sale.

The nigga Biggie Smalls trying to turn into the black Frank White
I was trying to transform into a powerful drug lord, like the character Frank White from the film King of New York.

We had to grow dreads to change our description
To avoid getting caught by the police, we had to drastically alter our appearances.

Two cops is on the milk box missing
Two police officers have gone missing, and no one knows their whereabouts.

Show they toes you know they got stepped on
Somebody has caused harm to these missing officers, and they likely met a violent end.

A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
I carry a gun for protection, and my bullets are designed to penetrate through bulletproof vests.

Run from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fat
Running away from the police is not a viable option for me due to my physical limitations.

I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
Exerting myself too much during a chase could result in a severe asthma attack.

That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
If I am confronted by the police, I will defend myself and their actions will not frighten me.

When he drop, take his Glock, and I'm Swayze
If I shoot and kill an officer, I will take his gun and go into hiding, like Patrick Swayze's character in the film Point Break.

Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
After getting away from the police, I will sell my gun and use the profits to purchase a large quantity of drugs so I can continue to profit.

Lay back, I got some money to make, motherfucker
I will relax because I have bigger goals in mind, and will continue to make money through illegal activities.

It's on me
I am solely responsible for my actions and their consequences.

But still I'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed
I am haunted by the memory of a high-speed police chase that resulted in a crash.

As I laugh, pushing the gas while my Glocks blast
Despite the danger, I felt a rush of adrenaline while driving and shooting my gun during the chase.

We was young and we was dumb, but we had heart
We were careless and foolish, but we were brave and determined.

In the dark, will we survive through the bad parts
In the darkest and most difficult moments, we will try to stay alive and persevere.

Many dreams is what I had, and plenty wishes
I had many aspirations and desires.

No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
I have no qualms about killing those who betray and inform on me.

Envious bitches, they still continue to pursue me
Jealous women are still attracted to me, despite my reputation and legal problems.

A couple of movies, now the whole world's trying to screw me
Because of my fame and notoriety, everyone wants to take advantage of me.

Even the cops tried to sue me, so what can I do?
Law enforcement officials are even targeting me with lawsuits, and I feel powerless to stop them.

But stay true, sipping 22's of brew
I will remain loyal to my gang lifestyle, and drink 22-ounce beers to relax.

And now media is trying to test me
Journalists are attempting to provoke me with questions and accusations.

Got the press asking questions, trying to stress me
The media is bombarding me with inquiries, hoping to elicit an emotional response.

Misery is all I see, that's my mind state
I feel trapped in a cycle of despair, with no hope for the future.

My history with the police will shake the crime rate
My negative interactions with law enforcement will have an impact on crime statistics.

My main man had two strikes, slipped, got arrested and flipped
My close friend had two prior convictions, but was arrested again and provided information to the authorities.

He screamed 'thug life' and emptied the clip
Before being taken into custody, my friend claimed allegiance to the gang mentality and fired all his bullets.

Got tired of running from the police
I reached a point where I could no longer tolerate constantly evading law enforcement.