2Pac — This Life I Lead Original Version

[Intro: 2Pac] In this motherfuckin' life I lead, shit A hell of motherfucking road blocks And crooked cops We still ride though What side? Westside [Verse 1: 2Pac] I want money in large amounts My garage full of cars that bounce Movin' my tapes in major ways, ‘cause every dollar counts Busters is jealous and half these niggas is punks They runnin' off at the mouth 'til I fill it up with my pump They jump, my automatic keep 'em wary Why you frontin' like you Billy Badass? Nigga, you scary I've been knowin' you for years We was high school peers, in junior high I was itchin' to kill, and you was ready to die While you bullshittin', niggas was dyin' and catchin' cases Bustin' my automatics at motherfuckers in foreign places Leavin' no trace, they see my face and they buried Them bitches die in a hurry, still I ride, I'm never worried Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride, and I'ma ride Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfuckers die It's not the way I wanna live, my nigga, it's how it is Homie got into a fight last night that killed his kids [Hook: 2Pac] In this life I lead, fiend for currency, get high off weed Collect G's, make my enemies bleed When you see me, nigga, holla my set! And watch 'em ride, Outlaw motherfuckers 'til we die In this life I lead, fiend for currency, get high off weed Collect G's, make my enemies bleed When you see me, nigga, holla my set! And watch 'em ride, Outlaw motherfuckers 'Til we die, in this life I lead [Verse Two: Gonzoe] I stopped to think, rolling a Philly up full of dank Pouring the remaining of my Remy Martin down the sink Back to get dressed, grab my strap in case I'm tested Chronic and Stress, await the bitch to clean my mess Wishing I was sober not fucked up, with a hangover The homie just released, so the whole hood came over The west side bash, they're piecing on dime bags Macking in the living room, shaking that ass Talking fast to whores, we pros at what we do It's on and popping once we get this bitch full of brew I knew some shit might crack so we strapped and all thick Swerving the niggas I see, who ain't invited to this shit Give a Fuck! the life I live, that's how it is Fuck around you will be crying, missing your kids HUH! My destiny in this motherfucking game; Is either to get rich or die [Hook: 2Pac] In this life I lead, fiend for currency, get high off weed Collect G's, make my enemies bleed When you see me, nigga, holla my set! And watch 'em ride, Outlaw motherfuckers 'til we die In this life I lead, fiend for currency, get high off weed Collect G's, make my enemies bleed When you see me, nigga, holla my set! And watch 'em ride, Outlaw motherfuckers 'Til we die, in this life I lead [Verse Three: Daz Dillinger] When they see that nigga Daz they say I'm dangerous In this strange world; believe who just don't give a fuck I mean I stroke with the intentions, cuttin' it up like I supposed to My job is to protect and rob and serve you Who hold the genius? - we done left, Death Row is breathin' Heaters gotta get served til none has left breathin' What I'm achieving, smoking weed and fucking hoes Ain't going nowhere, no man is going to strive, be on a stroll I gotta make it happen everyday and all day I gotta make my hustle and come back with big pay Tear up the spot lay, creating ruckus when I touch down Who got my back when they put the attack down? So I lay out cold, petrified, terrified Barely alive, come again when niggas start to ride With the Outlawz and Pounders, blast, I'm clownin' on three Nigga you're my motherfuckin' enemy [Hook: 2Pac] In this life I lead, fiend for currency, get high off weed Collect G's, make my enemies bleed When you see me, nigga, holla my set! And watch 'em ride, Outlaw motherfuckers 'til we die In this life I lead, fiend for currency, get high off weed Collect G's, make my enemies bleed When you see me, nigga, holla my set! And watch 'em ride, Outlaw motherfuckers 'Til we die, in this life I lead [Verse Four: Kurupt] That's right! - that's right! Terrordome, where it's on From selling dope, coke, to crack Young Gotti, entered the party from the back Instant pay; I gots to do it my way Deserve to swerve on the highway Cause the spot is sewn from Monday to Friday Nigga try me, I like the Indica and Ty Weed Defy me, Young Gotti, when I be high as the sky be Verbal homicide, be ready to rupture Making moves to touch ya, disassembles your whole structure I makes money, cause that's all I know how to make That's all I learned when I was young, no hesitation or mistakes I see a pot, filled with nothing but rocks and knots Midnight complexion, Glocks to shake spots They see my people, so they already assume I live illegal But they assume too soon I got a treat for every bitch on the street I role with beat, I got a problem, I got a fixation for heat [Verse Five: Nutt-So] The life I live is treacherous, no one stands next this But still motherfuckers be trying to fetch this Nutty nigga that brings heat to your set Unloading two two threes until your ass breathes death Nigga, East Side, Oakland, no joking, we kick up dust No remorse, so you and your boys can suck these Nuts Extended clips left his nose sanded, I'm right handed But when it comes to the pistol bumping; I'm both handed [Hook: 2Pac] In this life I lead, fiend for currency, get high off weed Collect G's, make my enemies bleed When you see me, nigga, holla my set! And watch 'em ride, Outlaw motherfuckers 'til we die In this life I lead, fiend for currency, get high off weed Collect G's, make my enemies bleed When you see me, nigga, holla my set!