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Yaki Kadafi

"Where Will I Be"

[Verse 1: Yaki Kadafi]
As I think back to what the whipper's on the rear was for
And take look at all my n*ggas who ain't here no more and all that
Wheelin' and dealin'
Ain't lookin' appealin'
Cause now I got a funny feelin' for a million
And hey around my way Young Thugz stay strapped
With extra ammo on they motherf*ckin' back's
And crack to sell
Can't go back to jail
Pack tail and help this young n*gga stack some mail
And crime's in the New York Times ain't gettin' better
And Lord knows this sh*t won't last forever
These days for the cream and thing's
Kids will black out
Some cracked out hit the pen max out
Come home and blow a back out
Cause life's a task
Tryin' to earn some cash without that burnin' mass and still I ask

[EDI aka Big Malcolm talking:]
Where will I be this time next year
Will I survive or die
Yo will I still be here

[Hook: 2Pac and Young Thugz]
Success, draped in riches havin' sex with the baddest b*tches
(But I was only 17 young thug wantin' cream and thing's)
(My homie couldn't help but dream of fame and still I wonder)
Where will I be this time next year
Will I survive or die
Yo will I still be here
(Thinkin' about, Success, draped in riches havin' sex with the baddest
b*tches)
But I was only 17 young thug wantin' cream and thing's
My homie couldn't help but dream of fame

[Verse 2: Kastro aka K-Dogg]
All I see is
Crack feind's and drug dealer's
And cops will stop beam scheme's and chrome wheeler's
When will these
Motherf*cker's really feel us
Maybe if we illed out and turned into killer's
I dream that
One day i'll be rich and be on every b*tch and
Jealous n*ggas hit list
I see you comin' and I ain't runnin'
It's way too late
And if I got to die young then it's just my fate
I be a thug n*gga
The 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 n*gga like me
But I'mma keep bailin' there ain't no tellin' where your homie will be
And it ain't just only me
But all the n*ggas that I run with
Stackin' figger's smackin' n*ggas and havin' fun it's dumb
(Why?)
Cause in a flash my ass can be a goner
So I'mma puff blunts and get drunk when the f*ck I wanna
And I wonder
Where will I be next year

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
I be f*cked up and weeded
No introduction needed
Get your hoochie hot enough to eat it
As I proceed to kick the G sh*t
I'm buckin' foe's
And duckin' hoes
Suppose that then can catch me off f*ckin' toes
And even though I'm still high
I'm thuggin' till I die
Never let these b*tches catch me with my eye's closed
Got bullet holes in my buildin'
Seen the death of many children
Between us them n*ggas killed them
All these stressful ass memories
All I can see is all the homie's that I witnessed bleed
It's is killin' me

[EDI talking:]
Will I survive or die
Yo will I still be here

[Hook: 2Pac and Young Thugz]
Success, draped in riches havin' sex with the baddest b*tches
(But I was only 17 young thug wantin' cream and thing's
My homie couldn't help but dream of fame and still I wonder)
Where will I be this time next year
Will I survive or die
Yo will I still be here
(Thinkin' about, Success, draped in riches havin' sex with the baddest
b*tches)
But I was only 17 young thug wantin' cream and thing's
My homie couldn't help but dream of fame
What?
What?
So what?
What?
So?

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