[Verse One: Yaki Kadafi]As I think back to what the whipper's on the rear was forAnd take look at all my niggas who ain't here no more and all thatWheeling and dealingAin't looking appealingCause now I got a funny feeling for a millionAnd hey around my way young thugz stay strappedWith extra ammo on they motherfucking back'sAnd crack to sellCan't go back to jailPack tail and help this young nigga stack some mailAnd crime's in the New York Times ain't getting betterAnd Lord knows this shit won't last foreverThese days for the cream and thing'sKids will black outSome cracked out hit the pen max outCome home and blow a back outCause life's a taskTrying to earn some cash without that burning mass and still I ask[EDI aka Big Malcolm talking:]Where will I be this time next yearWill I survive or dieYo will I still be here[Chorus: Tupac and Young Thugz]Success, drapped in riches having sex with the badest bitches(But I was only 17 young thug wanting cream and thing's)(My homie couldn't help but dream of fame and still I wonder)Where will I be this time next yearWill I survive or dieYo will I still be here(Thinking about, Success, drapped in riches having sex with the badestbitches)But I was only 17 young thug wanting cream and thing'sMy homie couldn't help but dream of fame[Verse Two: Kastro aka K-Dogg]All I see isCrack feind's and drug dealer'sAnd cops will stop beam scheme's and chrome wheeler'sWhen will theseMotherfucker's really feel usMaybe if we illed out and turned into killer'sI dream thatOne day i'll be rich and be on every bitch andJealous niggas hit listI see you coming and I ain't runningIt's way too lateAnd if I got to die young then it's just my fateI be a thug niggaThe same time around next year (Thug life)No lie, if I cry then it be tek tears'97 probably be hell of heaven for a nigga like meBut i'ma keep bailing there ain't no telling where your homie will beAnd it ain't just only meBut all the niggas that I run withStacking figger's smacking niggas and having fun it's dumb(Why?)Cause in a flash my ass can be a gonerSo i'ma puff blunts and get drunk when the fuck I wannaAnd I wonderWhere will I be next year[Verse Three: Tupac]I be fucked up and weededNo introduction neededGet your hoochie hot enough to eat itAs I proceed to kick the G shitI'm bucking foe'sAnd ducking hoesSuppose that then can catch me off fucking toesAnd even though i'm still highI'm thugging till I dieNever let these bitches catch me with my eye's closedGot bullet holes in my buildingSeen the death of many childrenBetween us them niggas killed themAll these stressful ass memoriesAll I can see is all the homie's that I witnessed bleedIt's is killing me[EDI talking:]Will I survive or dieYo will I still be here[Chorus: Tupac and Young Thugz]Success, drapped in riches having sex with the badest bitches(But I was only 17 young thug wanting cream and thing'sMy homie couldn't help but dream of fame and still I wonder)Where will I be this time next yearWill I survive or dieYo will I still be here(Thinking about, Success, drapped in riches having sex with the badestbitches)But I was only 17 young thug wanting cream and thing'sMy homie couldn't help but dream of fameWhat?What?So what?What?So?