[2Pac talking]
(Coughing)
Oh sh**
(Coughing)
Damn
Ay, this for you punk motherf**er's in Marin
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Game true, ain't got time for fools
Money on my mind so my nine rules
Time to, make weight, n***as gettin' crazy paid
And hatin' b**hes for the games they play
So n***a, pull quick
But better be quicker than the next, motherf**er on the, trigger
Cause I'm static
Startin' to be a f**in' havoc gotta keep my automatic or get my a** kicked
When I'm in traffic, it's kinda rough and, I drive a bucket
Live the Thug Life n***a screaming, f** It
Love to throw my middle finger to the Police
No bucks, no justice, no peace
Smokin' blunts till I pa** out (Coughing)
Yeah n***a, gettin' a**ed out
Rollin' in my n***a's gla** house
Drivin' fast, talkin' to b**hes whippin' cash out {fade out}
I'm with my n***as, so f** the s**ers, buck the busters
Smokin' Chronic motherf**er's causin' ruckus
It's the last of the Dank, pull over
Can't hear a damn thing sober
High till I die
[Verse 2:Don Jagwarr]
Booyah if you [?] knock you out and scream man murder
High till I die yes a n***a must live it up
If ya eyes on indo then ya out for just burn it up
Out for just burn it up
Know me out for just burn it up
[?] out for scream thug life
If ya see a p**y [?] out for scream thug life
Choke the p**y before [?]
[Verse 3: Rated R]
I stay high whilst that Chronic shifts
24/7 all I hear then the Indo splits
Choke in my Karl Kani, I think about d**h too much that's why I smoke my brains out
So I can relax and kick back
Come off on a dope track with a rhyme to sack
I got my d**h for the punk n***as want peace
f** peace n***a, cause I'm playin' for keeps
I got mercy, I squabble for a knot
[?] on a blood spot
Let me stop and put some petrol in my tank
Mack serve up the Dank I'm finna hold up this place
Put my Ski mask on
Jump out like a motherf**er co*ked, locked, chrome
I'm thinkin' about that mean a** spree
Get in my room and make my getaway clean
Know what I mean its about [?]
Smokin' my Chronic sack f** you b**hes
[Bridge: Don Jagwarr]
[?]a dick for all the sweet black p**y
[?] dick for all the sweet black p**y
Indo, burn it, burn it
Indo, burn it, burn it
Who got the Indo, burn it, burn it
Who got the Indo, if ya out burn it, burn it
[Verse 3: Macadoshis]
I graduated from the school of Hard Knocks
At the age of Seventeen I went to camp for slangin' rocks
A young n***a with nothin' to live for
All I ever wanted was a squeeze and a 6-4
But now they got a n***a trapped in the system
I pop a Cop, when he drop, I piss on him
I smoke blunts like it's a religion
It's 187, on a motherf**in' stool pigeon
Might swoop in my coupe with the flat boots
Don't have to make me to shoot when I'm looting
Gotta wait two years cause I'm struggling
f** strugglin' I'd rather stay buzzing
I live the Thug Life n***a till I die
And if I do dope [?], just [?] the blunt and get high
Cause a n***a like me stays down till d**h
Kicked up dust, to smoke blunts till my last breathe
[Bridge 2: Don Jagwarr]
Roll 'em up, roll 'em up and yes we after smoke 'em
Roll 'em up, roll 'em up and yes we after smoke 'em
Roll 'em up, roll 'em up and yes we after smoke 'em
Roll 'em up, roll 'em up and yes we after smoke 'em
[Chorus: 2Pac & Souljah]
High till I die
Loc'ed till they smoke me, the sh** don't stop till my casket drop
High till I die
Loc'ed till they smoke me, the sh** don't stop till my casket drop
I'm high till I die
Loc'ed till they smoke me, the sh** don't stop till my casket drop
High till I die
Loc'ed till they smoke me, the sh** don't stop till my casket drop
High till I die
Loc'ed till they smoke me, the sh** don't stop till the casket drop
High till I die