•2Pac - Good Life | Текст песни

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[2Pac]I was so money orientated, initiated as a thugFiendin for wicked adventures, ambitious as I wasPicture a nigga on the verge of livin insaneI sold my soul for a chance to kick it and bangNow tell if I'm wrongbut sayin "Fuck the world" got you deeper in my songsDrinkin 'til I earl, spendin money 'til it's goneIt's the good life - maybe niggaz got it goin onNow maybe if I died, and came back, wouldn't have to slang crackAddicted to the game, so obviously we came strappedPlease forgive me for my wicked ways, fuck a bitchBad Boy niggaz eat a dick a day, bumpin thisLord have mercy it's a slaughterSo wicked that my tracks is wettin niggaz like it's waterI learned my lessons as a thug in these wicked ass hood fightsBut I'm a baller now, nigga, I live the good life
[Chorus]This is the good life, fuck my foesGod bless the dumb niggaz that, trust them hoesFound a way to stack money guaranteed to riseand live the good life, cause thug niggaz don't dieWe live the good life, fuck my foesGod bless the dumb niggaz that, trust these hoesFound a way to stack money guaranteed to riseand live the good life, cause thug niggaz don't die
[Big Syke]No one knows what the, future holds, but youHaha.. listen closeThey say reach in yo' heart and you'll find your mindEvery day in the streets, got my foresight blindMy after time is narrow, peepin down the barrel of a foeJust 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 streetsIn desperation constantly drinkin and I can't sleepNeck deep strugglin tryin to surviveSOme wanna die I wanna stay alive, eyes on the prizeLet me modify this whole regionI declare this sucker duckin season, give me the reasonwhy I should change, into a softie.. after living so loftilyIt cost me my soul out of control in a devil's worldMe, my niggaz, and my girl - livin the good life!
[Chorus]
[E.D.I.]I spend my days and nights not knowin if, strays in flightgon' finally catch me, it's the good life, can you hear me?Clearly over the edge, soon as I wake upLast night we off the hook, doin way too muchBut it's the fast lane only, big dealin big ceilingAll for the money, some kill some squealAll for the money, most ain't even realbut we still call 'em homies, now what the fuck is that?Fake love, fake thugs are, all in the gameI watch 'em all plot and fall while we come up and gainOutlaw never surrender is the call when you hear us cominBetter start to get to runnin 'fore my click get to gunninStill in the midst of all the stress and painI'm still tryin to get a hold of the game, livin that good life
[Chorus] - 2X (w/ minor variations)