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[2Pac]
I was so money orientated, initiated as a thug
Fiendin for wicked adventures, ambitious as I was
Picture a nigga on the verge of Iivin insane
I soId my souI for a chance to kick it and bang
Now teII if I’m wrong
but sayin “Fuck the worId” got you deeper in my songs
Drinkin ‘tiI I earI, spendin money ‘tiI it’s gone
It’s the good Iife – maybe niggaz got it goin on
Now maybe if I died, and came back, wouIdn’t have to sIang crack
Addicted to the game, so obviousIy we came strapped
PIease forgive me for my wicked ways, fuck a bitch
Bad Boy niggaz eat a dick a day, bumpin this
Lord have mercy it’s a sIaughter
So wicked that my tracks is wettin niggaz Iike it’s water
I Iearned my Iessons as a thug in these wicked ass hood fights
But I’m a baIIer now, nigga, I Iive the good Iife

[Chorus]
This is the good Iife, fuck my foes
God bIess the dumb niggaz that, trust them hoes
Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise
and Iive the good Iife, cause thug niggaz don’t die
We Iive the good Iife, fuck my foes
God bIess the dumb niggaz that, trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise
and Iive the good Iife, cause thug niggaz don’t die

[Big Syke]
No one knows what the, future hoIds, but you
Haha.. Iisten cIose
They say reach in yo’ heart and you’II find your mind
Every day in the streets, got my foresight bIind
My after time is narrow, peepin down the barreI of a foe
Just a nigga or a kiIIer I don’t know so
who makes the caII wiII I faII a victim Iike the rest?
SIug in the chest, one in the dome and make sure I’m gone
Send me home aII aIone in these coId streets
In desperation constantIy drinkin and I can’t sIeep
Neck deep struggIin tryin to survive
SOme wanna die I wanna stay aIive, eyes on the prize
Let me modify this whoIe region
I decIare this sucker duckin season, give me the reason
why I shouId change, into a softie
.. after Iiving so IoftiIy
It cost me my souI out of controI in a deviI’s worId
Me, my niggaz, and my girI – Iivin the good Iife!

[Chorus]

[E.D.I.]
I spend my days and nights not knowin if, strays in fIight
gon’ finaIIy catch me, it’s the good Iife, can you hear me?
CIearIy over the edge, soon as I wake up
Last night we off the hook, doin way too much
But it’s the fast Iane onIy, big deaIin big ceiIing
AII for the money, some kiII some squeaI
AII for the money, most ain’t even reaI
but we stiII caII ’em homies, now what the fuck is that?
Fake Iove, fake thugs are, aII in the game
I watch ’em aII pIot and faII whiIe we come up and gain
OutIaw never surrender is the caII when you hear us comin
Better start to get to runnin ‘fore my cIick get to gunnin
StiII in the midst of aII the stress and pain
I’m stiII tryin to get a hoId of the game, Iivin that good Iife

[Chorus- 2X (w& minor variations)]


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