Dedicated to all the soldiers we lost in the struggle

Probably losin' the world war three niggas

Rest in peace



[chorus-mac & singer]



See I'm beneath the sunright? 

(tomorrow)

Anticipatin' just waitin' quotin' my battle cry

(how can we live?  if we're born to die tomorrow? )

Don't want to die but if I gottaI'm ready cuz

Just hope the lord is forgiving as mama said he wasnigga what? 



[1st verse]



I struggled and strived long as I been alive

Witnessed my first murder back in 1985

I walk with the wicked and kick it with the thugs

In factsaw the police and smoked some bud

But never no loveI witnessed the sickness of unprotected lust

So many children born just because the rubbers bust

I sympathize with they mothers but fuck the men

Cuz a man ain't shitif he's no papa to his children

My woman's a thug girlbut I love her dearly

My patnas are thieves and I know thatbut I keep em near me

It's gettin' kinda hard for me

In the city where the drama just be callin' me

Whoa!

I live among the roaches and the rats

And the killers and the crack

And the policemen that slang that smack

I lay me down to sleepclutchin' my heat

With my sneakers on my feet

Just in case my window locks on meI be...



[chorus]



[bridge one]



And that's some real shit right thereya heard me? 

Y'all niggas ain't even understandin' the game nigga

Niggas is dyin'it's a muthafuckin' world war three on the streets

Niggay'all feel it



[verse two]



And as the blood of my niggas flood the streets

I refuse to speakthe cracks and concrete

Can disguise ya feet

And tears fall at the site of these white sheets

The street like heat

The cold secretsthat midnight keeps

And we was raised by itit's common as a cold

Eyes are closedbody is froze

Blood leakin' out they nose

I never chose I was given

Survival of the fit livin'

Driven insane by it's rhythmbut fuck

I never gavesee his mind's in the grave

And most of you niggas praise the ways we was raised

It must be that weed smoke

When most of my niggas need coketo cope

With these different strokes

It's murder we wroteinto the project

I'm wonderin' if my niggas'll see the site of my death

Before it happenmy life is on the edge of my pen

I'm waitin' to explode countin' to ten

Forgive me for all the sin nigga



[chorus] (3x)



[bridge two-singer]

Why do we live if we're born to die? 

Why do we live if we're born to die? 

Why do we live if we're born to die? 

Why do we live if we're born to die? 



[chorus]



Y'all niggas sing that shit nigga!

Ohohyou too cute to sing that shitha?  bitch ass nigga.

World war

Peace