Death Around The Corner

"Why you by the window? What's wrong daddy?"

"I know what's wrong with that crazy mother fucker.
  He's just standing by that god damn 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, got to 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 mother fucker, 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 indo 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.


(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 a vest, under my clothes when I dress.
Here's hopin' I die the way I lived, straight thuggin'.
Huggin' my trigger for all them niggers that was buggin'.
My homie told me once, "Don't you trust them other suckers.
They front like they your homies but they're phony mother fuckers."
And even if I did die young, who'd care?
All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares.
I got homies in my head that done passed away screamin,
"Please young nigga, make G's!"
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.

(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 was raised in the city. Shitty 
ever since I was an itty bitty kiddy drinkin' liquor out my momma's titty.
And smokin' weed was an everyday thing in my household,
and drinking liquor 'til you out cold.
And though I'm grown 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 got to be 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, that's on 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 being free.
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
(When we were kids, belonging felt good)
I see death around the corner
(But having respect, that feels even better)

This is for all the real mother fuckin' niggas out there.
I know you ain't scared to die, we all gotta go, you know?
A real mother fucker will pick the time he goes,
and makes sure he handles his motherfuckin' business.
Y'all niggas stop acting like pussies out there, all right?

"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.
I want him dead, I don't care."



Transcription 1995 by Jim Moore for Relativity Labs.
Written by Tupac Shakur, Johnny "J".
Copyright 1995 Interscope Records. All Rights Reserved.
Used without permisson.