Thug Life - High Till I Die (OG) lyrics

[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 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 [Souljah talking] Uh, unfadeable Like, can't be f**ed with Like, umm, n***as can't touch this sh** yeah Like umm, back the f** up motherf**er Rated R finna flex on you punk a** busters You better feel this n***a Rated [Verse 2: 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 ?? 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 Pump flex in my ?? 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 ?? n***as Smokin' my Chronic sack f** you b**hes [Souljah talking] Yeah n***a, punk a** hoes Thug Life, all across the country We want all the thugs to get untied You know what I'm saying Mack motherf**in' 10 [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 hit 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 [Souljah talking] Ha ha, high till I motherf**in' die Run n***a, run n***a, I'm on ya [Chorus: 2Pac & Souljah x3] 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 Yeah, stay high till I die (This go out to all my partners, and all my real n***as) High till I die (Yeah) Blaze that sh** man, light it up man High till I die (You know what I'm saying) (It's on, yeah)