2Pac – Death Around the Corner Lyrics

Death Around the Corner

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"Death Around the Corner." - 2Pac

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 08:06 am

Album: Resurrection (Music from and Inspired by the Motion Picture)

Track No: 04

Why you by the window, what's wrong, daddy?
I know what's wrong with that crazy motherfucker
He 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 **** die
If they bury me, bury me as a G, ****
No need to worry, I expect retaliation in a hurry
I see death around the corner
Any day, tryna keep it together
No one lives forever anyway
Strugglin', strivin', my destiny's to die
Keep my finger on the trigger, no mercy in my eyes
In a ball of confusion, I'm thinkin' 'bout 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 the sheets, it ain't healthy
Am I paranoid? Tell me the truth
I'm out the window with my AK, ready to shoot
Ran outta indo and my mind can't take the stress
I'm outta breath, make me wanna kill my damn self
But I see death around the corner
When we were kids, belonging felt good
What you see, what you see, what you see, what you, what you see?
I see death around the corner
But having respect, well, that feels even better
What you see, what you, what you see, what you, what you see?
I see death around the corner
When we were kids, belonging felt good
What you see?
I see death around the corner
But having respect, well, that feels even better
What you see?
I see death around the corner, the pressure's gettin' to me
I no longer trust my homies and phonies try to do me
Smokin' too much weed, got me paranoid, stressed
Packed a gat in the vest under my clothes when I dress
Here's hoping I die the way I live, straight thuggin'
Huggin' my trigger for all the **** that was buggin'
My homie told me once, "Don't you trust them other suckas"
They front like they your homies, but they phony motherfuckas"
And even if I did die young, who'd care?
All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares
Got homies in my head that done passed away
Screamin', "Please," young ****, 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
What you see?
I see death around the corner
What you see?
But having respect, well, that feels even better
What you, what you see, what you, what you see?
Death around the corner
When we were kids, belonging felt good
What you see, what you, what you, what you, what you see?
Death around the corner
But having respect, well, that feels even better
What you see, what you, what you see?
I was raised
I was raised in the city
Shitty ever since I was a itty bitty kiddy
Drinkin' liquor out my mama's titty
And smokin' weed was an everyday thing in my household
And drinkin' liquor till you out cold
And though I'm grown now, ****, it's still on, pow
Bustin' on them **** till they go
How many more jealous ass bitches comin' for my riches?
Now I gotta be suspicious when I bone
'Cause if I ain't sharp and heartless, them bitches'll start shit
Excuse me, but this is where we part, bitch
No more game for free, please explain to me
Why **** trip, bitch, who you came to see?
Murder me now, but see me later, man
That's on my pops, I got homies down to hunt you till you drop
I hope the Lord can forgive me
I was a G and gettin' high was a way of bein' free
I see death around the corner
When we were kids, belonging felt good
What you see?
I see death around the corner
But having respect, well, that feels even better
What you, what you, what you see?
I see death around the corner
When we were kids, belonging felt good
What you see, what you, what you see?
I see death around the corner
But having respect, that feels even better
I see death around the corner
This for all the real motherfuckin' **** out there
I know you ain't scared to die
We all gotta go, you know?
A real motherfucker'll pick the time he goes
And make sure he handle his motherfuckin' business
Think you're gonna live long enough to spend that money, you fuckin' hump?
Y'all **** stop acting like pussies out there, alright?
If any of you are tired of getting ripped off by guys like that
I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground
I wanna go there in the middle of the night, I'm gonna piss on his head
I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground
I wanna go there in the middle of the night, I'm gonna piss on his head
I want that son of a bitch dead, I want him dead
I want him dead, I don't care

Writer(s): 2Pac & Johnny J..

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