2 Pac - Good Life Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Tupac]I was so money orientated initiated as a thugFiending for wicked adventures ambitious as I wasPicture a nigga on the verge of living insaneI sold my soul for a chance to kick it and bangNow tell me if I'm wrong, but saying ***** the world got ya deeper in my songsDrinking till I hurl, spending money till it's gone, it's the good lifeBaby niggaz got it going onNo maybe if I died and came back, wouldn't have to slang crackAddicted the game, so obviously we came strappedPlease forgive me for my wicked ways***** a *****Bad boys eat a dick a day bumping thisLord have mercy it's a slaughterSo wicked that my tracks is wetting niggaz like it's waterI learned my lessons as a thug in these wicked as hood fightsBut I'm a baller nowNiggaI live the good life[Chorus] 2XThis is the good life***** my foesGod bless the dumb niggazThat trust the hoesI found a way to stack moneyGuaranteed to riseI live the good good lifeCause thug niggaz don't die[Verse 2 - Big Syke]No one knows, what the future holds, for you, huh huhListen closelyThey say reach in your heart and you will find your mindEveryday in these streets, got my foresight blindMy after time is now, peeping down the barrel of a fo'Just a nigga or a killer I don't know, soWho makes the call?Will I fall a victim like the rest?Slug in the chest, one in the dome and make sure I'm goneSend me home all alone in these cold streetsThe desperation, constantly drinking and I can't sleepMake deep tryin' to survive, some wanna die I wanna stay aliveEyes on the prize let me modify this whole regionI declare this sucka ducking seasonYa need a reason, why she turned into a softyAfter living so loftlyIt cost me my soul out of control in the Devil's worldMe, and my niggaz and my girlLiving the good life[Chorus] 2X[Verse 3 - EDI]I spend my days and nights, not knowing if strays in flightWill finally catch meIt's the good life can ya hear meCleary, over the edge, soon as I wake upLast night we off the hook doing way too muchBut it's the fast lane on that, big dealing, big sinnin', all for the moneySome kill, some squeal, all for the moneyMost ain't even real but we still call them homiesNow what the ***** is that fake love, fake thugs all in the gameI watch em all plot and fall, while I come up againOutlaw never surrender is the call when the day is comin'But this nigga get to running for my click get to gunninStr8 in the mist of all this stress and painWe're trying to get a hold of the gameLiving that good life[Chorus] 4X
