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2Pac - Good Life lyrics
feat. Big Syke, E.D.I.) [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! [Chorus] [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 [Chorus- 2X (w/ minor variations |
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