Richie Cunning - Still Livin' lyrics

[Intro] Welcome to the night train I can remember I can remember, yo I can remember [Verse 1] See I was never one to mess around with none of the fake sh** I learned the basics from my ace I used to trade tapes with And we was sitting in cla**, watching the clock ticking Waiting 'till we can be kicking raps in the basement We was a tag team; young rap fiends Caught the microphone fever, and we didn't want the vaccine Bad days, rap made them good Nevertheless I was nervous 'cos I was new to the neighbourhood On the block hard pumping I was cuttin' across The boulevard so the thugs wouldn't start nothing Me and my dog, we was keepin' it raw Dubbing our own instrumentals with blank tapes and pause bu*ton Constantly confronted and chased, seems like I couldn't go a day without a punch in the face They laughed at me at school, they said "who's that guy, the quiet little white kid with two black eyes" I couldn't take it; ten years old getting attacked He was the only reason I didn't collapse My man Will saw me fallin' apart he said "I know they hit hard, but you gotta start hitting them back" So I did it: raised my knuckles and swung proper Me and Iron Will, a couple of young boppers and Man, he got an earful 'cos nobody liked it A young black boy sticking up for the white kid We was together every day of the week Banging beats while we sat up at the table to eat He pulled me out of all my dark days and cold nights He was more than my friend, man, he was my whole life And now... [Hook 1] Now that you left me What will I do? What will I do, girl And I said ... [Hook 2] Why? Bottom line is wishing that he still was around Why? I remember I get used to [?] Why? Bottom line is wishing that he still was around Why? Ayo, I wish he was still living, word [Verse 2] Ayo, skinny ninth grader, SCO Black hat, backpack, I'm at every show Went from trying not to get beat down on Broadway To rhyming at San Fransisco Public High School hallway Running around, thinking I was a G Drinking bottles of brandy, smoking powerful weed That was me, white tee with the Jordan wristband On the bus, listening to my thirty-dollar disc-man I gave a f** about permission and rules I got in trouble I had to go to three different schools I wasn't payin' attention to the teacher or the lesson plan I was in the back studying Nas and Method Man And I never really lost the flame I hit lunchtime cypher, met [?] James And it didn't take long, we started writing songs And before we both knew it, we was off the chain Mix the Third Street flavour with the uptown flow Running round the city straight murdering shows And yo, the po's couldn't stand us, still spitting a verse While we were sitting on the curb wearing handcuffs School, we barely set foot in the place Playing hookey at the record store, looking for breaks Everyday seem like it was nothing but green gra** But I had a mean pa**, and I couldn't escape Now come on [Hook 2] Why? Bottom line is wishing that he still was around Why? I remember I get used to [?] Why? Bottom line is wishing that he still was around Why? Ayo, I wish he was still living, word [Verse 3] Ayo this life is a heart breaker It ain't a thing they can tell you, the hell, you sustain the pain First, the sun shining But when the sun goes down, it's just another cold night on the train I walked a lonely mile as a only child Inherited a dream from my brother who showed me how To keep my dukes up, my man no longer with me But I see him under every lamp in this cold city I never got a "goodbye", (goodbye) Even when the accident happening right in front of my eyes And every year his birthday flies right on by That's why I still cry every fourth of July He told me that we was brothers, and I guess he was right 'Cos part of me'll be alone for the rest of my life I never had my man standing at a stick-up for me, and I never seen when he was gonna grow up to be I sit alone, and I stare at his hat Thinking back about when I was too embarrased to rap He said, "Richie, your sh** is ill, son, spit that sh**" He said, "no Richie, for real, son, spit that sh**" So I did it, started getting loose with a pen And motherf** blowin' up, man, I do it for him To the Heaven above, and the Hell below Just know Richie Cunning is a two man show It's like that [Hook 2] Why? Bottom line is wishing that he still was around Why? I remember I get used to [?] Why? Bottom line is wishing that he still was around Why? Ayo, I wish he was still living, word [Hook 1] Now that you left me What will I do? What will I do, girl And I said ... [Spoken Outro] Yeah Richie Cunning Iron Will I'll see you on the next train, homie