Thug Life — High Till I Die OG

[2Pac talking] (Coughing) Oh shit (Coughing) Damn Ay, this for you punk motherfucker'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, niggas gettin' crazy paid And hatin' 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 Startin' to be a fuckin' havoc gotta keep my automatic or get my ass kicked When I'm in traffic, it's kinda rough and, I drive a bucket Live the Thug Life nigga screaming, fuck It Love to throw my middle finger to the Police No bucks, no justice, no peace Smokin' blunts till I pass out (Coughing) Yeah nigga, gettin' assed out Rollin' in my nigga's glass house Drivin' fast, talkin' to bitches whippin' cash out I'm with my niggas, so fuck the suckers, buck the busters Smokin' Chronic motherfucker'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 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 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 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 for the punk niggas want peace Fuck peace nigga, 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 motherfucker cocked, locked, chrome I'm thinkin' about that mean ass spree Get in my room and make my getaway clean Know what I mean its about ?? niggas Smokin' 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 motherfuckin' 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 nigga with nothin' 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 motherfuckin' 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 strugglin' 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 motherfuckin' die Run nigga, run nigga, I'm on ya [Chorus: 2Pac & 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)