The Notorious B.I.G. - It's Alright lyrics

[Intro: The Beatles] It's alright It's alright It's It's It's alright [Verse 1: 2Pac] They'll never take me alive, I'm getting high with my four-five co*ked on these s**ers, time to die Even as a youngster causing ruckus on the back of the bus I was a fool all through high school kicking up dust But now I'm labelled as a trouble maker who can you blame? Smoking weed helped me take away the pain So I'm hopeless rolling down the freeway swerving, don't worry I'm about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do? I had to feed my f**ing family, what else could I do But be a thug, out slanging with the homies f** hanging with them phonies in the club Got my mind on danger, never been a stranger to homicide My city's full of gang bangers and drive bys Why do we die at an early age He was so young but still a victim of the 12 gauge My memories of a corpse, mind full of sick thoughts And I ain't going back to court So f** what you thought, I'm drinking Hennessey Running from my enemies will I live to be 23 There's so much pain [Hook: The Beatles] It's alright, it feels like years since it's been here It's alright, it's been a long cold lonely winter It's alright, it feels like years since it's been here It's alright, it's been a long cold lonely winter It's alright [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] When I die, f** it, I wanna go to hell Cause I'm a piece of sh**, it ain't hard to f**ing tell It don't make sense, going to heaven with the goodie-goodies Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies God'll prolly have me on some real strict sh** No sleeping all day, no getting my dick licked Hanging with the goodie-goodies lounging in paradise f** that sh**, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice All my life I been considered as the worst Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse Crime after crime, from d** to extortion I know my mother wished she got a f**ing abortion She don't even love me like she did when I was younger s**ing on her chest just to stop my f**ing hunger I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies [Hook: The Beatles] [Verse 3: 2Pac] They got me mobbin like I'm Loc'ed and ready to get my slug on I load my clip and slip my motherf**in' gloves on I ain't scared to blast on these s**as if they test me Trust, I got my Glock co*ked playa if they press me Bust on motherf**ers with a - paaa**ion Better duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm - b-b-blaaastin I'm a nut an' drinkin Hennessey and gettin' high On the lookout for my enemies, don't wanna die Tell me why cause this stress is gettin' major A buck-fifty across the face with my razor What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone Keep my brain on the game and stay head strong These sorry ba*tards Want to k** me in my sleep, I'm real they cannot see And everyday is just a struggle Steady thuggin' on the streets And I'll be ballin' loc Don't let 'em make you worry Keep swingin' at these s**as till you buried I was born to raise hell, a n***a from the gutta Word to mother I'm trapped I'm kickin dust up Ready to bust I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean Until they k** me I'll be livin this life I know you feel me There's so much pain [Bridge] Sun, sun, sun, here it comes Sun, sun, sun, here it comes Sun, sun, sun, here it comes Sun, sun, sun, here it comes [Hook: The Beatles] [Outro: The Beatles] It's alright It's alright It's alright