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letra de this life i lead (o.g. version) - 2pac

[intro: 2pac]
in this motherf-ckin’ life i lead, sh-t
a h-ll of motherf-cking 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 n-gg-s 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 bad-ss? n-gg-, you scary
i’ve been knowin’ you for years
we was high school peers, in junior high
i was itchin’ to k!ll, and you was ready to die
while you bullsh-ttin’, n-gg-s was dyin’ and catchin’ cases
bustin’ my automatics at motherf-ckers in foreign places
leavin’ no trace, they see my face and they buried
them b-tches 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 motherf-ckers die
it’s not the way i wanna live, my n-gg-, it’s how it is
homie got into a fight last night that k!lled 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, n-gg-, holla my set!
and watch ’em ride, outlaw motherf-ckers ’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, n-gg-, holla my set!
and watch ’em ride, outlaw motherf-ckers
’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 b-tch to clean my mess
wishing i was sober not f-cked 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 -ss
talking fast to wh-r-s, we pros at what we do
it’s on and popping once we get this b-tch full of brew
i knew some sh-t might crack so we strapped and all thick
swerving the n-gg-s i see, who ain’t invited to this sh-t
give a f-ck! the life i live, that’s how it is
f-ck around you will be crying, missing your kids
huh! my destiny in this motherf-cking game;
is either to get rich or die

[verse three: daz dillinger]
when they see that n-gg- daz they say i’m dangerous
in this strange world; believe who just don’t give a f-ck
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 g*nius? – we done left, death row is breathin’
heaters gotta get served til none has left breathin’
what i’m achieving, smoking weed and f-cking 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 n-gg-s start to ride
with the outlawz and pounders, blast, i’m clownin’ on three
n-gg- you’re my motherf-ckin’ enemy

[verse four: kurupt]
that’s right! – that’s right! terrordome, where it’s on
from selling dope, c-ke, 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
n-gg- 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, dis-ssembles 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 -ssume i live illegal
but they -ssume too soon
i got a treat for every b-tch 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 motherf-ckers be trying to fetch this
nutty n-gg- that brings heat to your set
unloading two two threes until your -ss breathes death
n-gg-, 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 b-mping; i’m both handed

- 2pac

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