2pac - Till My Dying Day lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac & Aunt Glo] I'm so sick of muthaf**as askin' me How our parents feel about us Calling these hoes b**hes So Aunt Glo Why don't you tell them how we do it (In the late night) I'm tired of these b**hes calling my house Asking for the Young Thugz (In the late night) Young Thugz ain't got time for no b**hes They trying to get rich Stop calling (In the late now) (Come on Aunt Glo) (That's word from my Auntie n***a) Baby! [Verse 1: Outlawz] [E.D.I Mean] Now it's been a long, day I'm straight hustling to getting pay But now it's evening, and I'm scheming of play I got a call, from that Dogg n***a K [Kastro] And I was bored, so n***a I'll be on my way Who got the hoes? Young Hollywood? I think he might And I suppose, n***a we up in the night [Kadafi] That's right them b**hes be staring With Lil Moo in the cut and that n***a all in [Napoeon] So what the f**ing drink had me tripping But I'll be damned if I let another motherf**er catch me slipping We in the car n***a [Kadafi] Be in the drive way Because the night is young and I'm ready to hit the highway And now we all for that These night call's we strapped You know how n***as be black [E.D.I Mean] Now we smoking weed that we need it So let's get the game right And baked tight in the late night [Hook: 2Pac] Preoccupied with Straight balling, can you hear the liquor calling I'm sick of hoes n***a f** 'em all (In the late night) Everyday is a bit of play Getting paid, thug n***a 'til I see my dying day Preoccupied with Straight balling, can you hear the liquor calling I'm sick of hoes n***a f** 'em all (In the late night) Everyday is a bit of play Getting paid, thug n***a 'til I see my dying day [Verse 2: Outlawz] [Kadafi] Now it's 2.0.6. tell me Who the f** I'm having s** with Gaming these cousin's in the Lexus from Texas [Kastro] Expect to last past 6 'cause I'm restless My head blasted off this Sess that I mess with [E.D.I Mean] The best, click is who we choose so we making moves Ain't in no mood for no faking moves So is it true? I'm asking now 'Cause if not, you and your crew could be stashed and out [Napoleon] Without a doubt These b**hes know we do it right f** and bust a nut That's how we do it on the late night [Verse 3: 2Pac] b**hes don't even have a clue I keep up with my scandalous crew Boxes of blunts and brew, well can you handle this too? Step up and let me put this pimping in your ear The game is clear This place is packed, let's disappear Now we can hit the highway and go to my place But be cautious Once we arrive can I toss it? No hesitation, this fornication and situation f**ing these hoes up to the attic, back down to the basement No replacement, I hit you with a piece then I flee Back to the streets is how I do it, ain't no peace for a G And my motto, a blunt some coochie and a cold bottle I'm f**ing them hoochies and the supermodels The game is deep, I can't sleep 'cause there's cum on my sheets Sampling b**hes like a break beat, the liquor makes me And when it's late I'm like a convict that just escaped Hitting these hoochies 'til they break, in the late night [Hook: 2Pac] (In the late night) Straight balling, can you hear the liquor calling? I'm sick of hoes n***a f** 'em all (In the late night) Everyday is a bit of play, getting paper, thug n***a 'til I see my dying day (this is how we do it) Preoccupied with Straight balling, can you hear the liquor calling? I'm sick of hoes n***a f** 'em all Everyday is a bit of play, getting paper, thug n***a 'til I see my dying day Preoccupied with Straight balling, can you hear the liquor calling? I'm sick of hoes n***a f** 'em all Everyday is a bit of play, getting paper, thug n***a 'til I see my dying day Preoccupied with, straight balling, can you hear the liquor calling? I'm sick of hoes n***a f** 'em all Everyday is a bit of play, getting paper, thug n***a 'til I see my dying day [Outro: 2Pac] Thug life n***a Young thugz, Young Thugz, thug sisters The whole muthaf**in' thug nation You know see, keep your head up Keep your motherf**in money in you pocket No muthaf**in' mercy, no muthaf**in' mercy