[2Pac] I was so money orientated, initiated as a thug Fiendin for wicked adventures, ambitious as I was
Picture a nigga on the verge of livin insane I sold my soul for a chance to kick it and bang Now tell if I´m wrong but sayin "Fuck the world" got you deeper in my songs Drinkin ´til I earl, spendin money ´til it´s gone It´s the good life - maybe niggaz got it goin on Now maybe if I died, and came back, wouldn´t have to slang crack Addicted to the game, so obviously we came strapped Please forgive me for my wicked ways, fuck a bitch Bad Boy niggaz eat a dick a day, bumpin this Lord have mercy it´s a slaughter So wicked that my tracks is wettin niggaz like it´s water I learned my lessons as a thug in these wicked ass hood fights
But I´m a baller now, nigga, I live the good life
[Chorus] This is the good life, fuck my foes God bless the dumb niggaz that, trust them hoes Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise and live the good life, cause thug niggaz don´t die We live the good life, fuck my foes God bless the dumb niggaz that, trust these hoes Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise and live the good life, cause thug niggaz don´t die
[Big Syke] No one knows what the, future holds, but you Haha.. listen close They say reach in yo´ heart and you´ll find your mind
Every day in the streets, got my foresight blind My after time is narrow, peepin down the barrel of a foe Just a nigga or a killer I don´t know so who makes the call will I fall a victim like the rest? Slug in the chest, one in the dome and make sure I´m gone Send me home all alone in these cold streets In desperation constantly drinkin and I can´t sleep Neck deep strugglin tryin to survive SOme wanna die I wanna stay alive, eyes on the prize Let me modify this whole region I declare this sucker duckin season, give me the reason why I should change, into a softie
.. after living so loftily It cost me my soul out of control in a devil´s world Me, my niggaz, and my girl - livin the good life!
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[E.D.I.] I spend my days and nights not knowin if, strays in flight gon´ finally catch me, it´s the good life, can you hear me? Clearly over the edge, soon as I wake up Last night we off the hook, doin way too much But it´s the fast lane only, big dealin big ceiling All for the money, some kill some squeal All for the money, most ain´t even real
but we still call ´em homies, now what the fuck is that? Fake love, fake thugs are, all in the game I watch ´em all plot and fall while we come up and gain Outlaw never surrender is the call when you hear us comin Better start to get to runnin ´fore my click get to gunnin Still in the midst of all the stress and pain I´m still tryin to get a hold of the game, livin that good life