Chours:High Til I Die, Loc til they smoke me, the shit don't stop til my casket drop (repeats)

2 Pac:

Game rules, ain't got time for fools, money on my mind, so my .9 rules... time I, make way, niggas gettin' crazy, paid, hatin' bitches for the games they play... so nigga, pull quick, but better be quicker then the next muthafucka on the trigger... cause I'm, static, startin' to be a fuckin' havoc, gotta keep my automatic, or get my ass kicked... when I'm traffic, it's kinda a rough, and I drive a bucket, little Thug Life nigga screamin', fuck it... I love to throw my middle finger to the police, and no bucks no justice, no peace... I'm smokin' blunts til I pass out, {cough} yeah nigga gettin' assed out... I'm rollin' in my niggas glass house, driving fast, talking to bitches, whippin' cash out... I'm with my niggas, fuck the suckas, I'm bumpin' bucks, smokin' chronic muthafuckas, cause it's ruckas... it's the last of the drank, pull over, can't hear a damn thing sober, High Til I Die...

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2 Pac:

Lord help me, save me, momma keep prayin' for a young muthafucka tryin' to duck an early grave... in the city where you can't tell a fake from a snake, enemies or phonies, friends from yo homies... around the corner there's another nigga waitin' to jack, he don't know I got a glock, til his ass get shot... like a muthafuckin' Thug disease, craving beats, like they muthafuckin' drugs to me... hey, what's up with bitches tryin' to screw me, do me cause I did a movie, throw the pussy to me, but before they never knew me... rather die then let them play me for a busta, and with my glock I'm a plottin' ass rotten muthafucka... look, don't let that movie fool ya, let me screw ya, screamin' Thug Life nigga, when I do ya... it's the last of the drank, pull over, can't hear a damn thing sober, cause I'm High Til I Die...

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