(Coughing) Oh shit (Coughing) Damn Ay, this for you punk motherfucker's in Marin
(Verse One Tupac)
Game true, ain't got time for fools Money on my mind so my nine rules Time to, make weight, niggas getting crazy paid And hating bitches for the games they play So nigga, pull quick But better be quicker than the next, motherfucker on the, trigger Cause I'm static Starting' to be a fucking havoc gotta keep my automatic or get my ass kicked When out in traffic, it's kind of rough and, I drive a bucket Live the Thug Life nigga screaming, fuck It Love to throw my middle finger to the Police And no bucks, no justice, no peace Smoking blunts till I pass out (Coughing) Yeah nigga, getting assed out Rolling in my niggas glass house Driving fast, talking to bitches whipping cash out I'm with my niggas, so fuck the suckers, buck the busters Smoking Chronic motherfucker's causing 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 fucked with Like, umm, niggas can't touch this shit yeah Like umm, back the fuck up motherfucker Rated R finna flex on you punk ass busters You better feel this nigga Rated
(Verse Two 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 death 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 Death ?? the punk niggas want peace Fuck peace nigga, cause I'm playing 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 motherfucker cocked, locked, chrome I'm thinking about that mean ass spree Get in my room and make my getaway clean Know what I mean its about ?? niggas Smoking my Chronic sack fuck you bitches
(Souljah talking)
Yeah nigga, punk ass hoes Thug Life, all across the country We want all the thugs to get untied You know what I'm saying Mack motherfucking 10
(Verse Three Macadoshis)
I graduated from the school of Hard Knocks At the age of Seventeen I went to camp for slanging rocks A young nigga with nothing to live for All I ever wanted was a squeeze and a 6-4 But now they got a nigga 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 motherfucking 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 Fuck struggling I'd rather stay buzzing I live the Thug Life nigga till I die And if I do dope ??, just hit the blunt and get high Cause a nigga like me stays down till death Kicked up dust, to smoke blunts till my last breathe
(Souljah talking)
Ha ha, high till I motherfucking die Run nigga, run nigga, I'm on ya
(Chorus Tupac & Souljah x3)
High till I die Loc'ed till they smoke me, the shit don't stop till my casket drop High till I die Loc'ed till they smoke me, the shit don't stop till my casket drop I'm high till I die Loc'ed till they smoke me, the shit don't stop till my casket drop High till I die Loc'ed till they smoke me, the shit don't stop till my casket drop High till I die Loc'ed till they smoke me, the shit 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 niggas) High till I die (Yeah) Blaze that shit man, light it up man High till I die (You know what I'm saying) (It's on, yeah)