Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song This Life I Lead , by - 2Pac. Release date: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
This Life I Lead |
| In this motherfuckin life I lead, sheeit |
| Hella motherfuckin roadblocks and crooked cops |
| We still ride though, what side? |
| WESTside |
| I want money in large amounts, my garage full of cars that bounce |
| Movin my tapes in major weight cause every dollar counts |
| Bustas is jealous and half these niggaz 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 really bad-ass, nigga you scary |
| I been knowin you for years, we was high school peers, in junior high |
| I was itchin to kill, and you was, ready to die |
| Why you bullshittin, niggaz 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 Homey got into a fight last night, that killed his kids |
| 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 |
| + (2Pac) |
| I ain’t a killer but don’t push me dawg |
| For the family I’ll send that ass straight to God (whatchu doin nigga?) |
| In this life I lead, I seen the most of my twenty-three years |
| My vision is blurry, the money is clear (hahaha) |
| Some of my peers eternally will sleep in a coffin (yeah nigga) |
| And when Nob’on the road, I’m extremely cautious |
| (Westside nigga, you know how we do it!) |
| It happen that fast, split second you gone |
| At the top of my tombstone put Nob’was raw |
| Outlaw 'til I’m under the floor |
| For Kadafi the Prince I stack dough like I clocked all the bricks |
| With a watch on my wrist dawg, I know the time these days |
| We Outlawz, we gon’die this way (NIGGA) |
| We already in the history books, 'Pac made sure of that |
| Whatever you took, we takin it back |
| You know it’s all for the foundation |
| Outlawz we still buildin the Thug Nation, holla at ya homey |
| It ain’t nuttin but in-between nuts, oxygen is gettin hot |
| Got a problem ol’fag-ass nigga, kick rocks |
| on the phone and that nigga talkin crazy |
| I don’t know, who to blame, him or killin babies |
| I’m a New Jerz’Devil, the street, creative rebel |
| Only got one, shot to produce on every level |
| This is bags I must, go the max I must |
| Nigga I came from not much, so money I clutch |
| Uh-uh, Napoleon the strength of the strong-arm |
| When they think they was in the right I prove they movin wrong |
| I’m a, hardcore, product of the ghetto |
| Been blessed with a show, to equal my (damn) |
| I maneuver, in the right lane, quick to push back brains |
| Switchin to the left lane I’m playin my hands |
| And I’m plottin on the fortune, it’s gettin hot and scorchin |
| I’m diggin like a scorpion that torture they enemies |
| + (2Pac) |
| Now with this Outlaw lifestyle that I been introduced ta Money and hoes keep us closer to Lucifer (wassup Kurupt?) |
| Steady seducin us and now I’m all for it This the, life for me and the law can’t spoil it (riiight) |
| So you can call it what the fuck you want |
| But I’ma ballin alcholic with a sawed-off pump (nigga!) |
| My momma ain’t raised no punk; |
| and neither did 'Pac |
| So when it jump off, I breathe for Yak' |
| Been puttin in work, so I walk with a bop |
| And it ain’t safe at home, so I sleep with a glock (no mistakes) |
| Thug livin, uhh, what the fuck’d be better? |
| I do my dirt with the family so we dyin together |
| Nah, uhh |
| We on a mission fo’mo', gangsta shit on you hoes |
| We ain’t fuckin with you most just crooks and niggaz about they flow |
| Tryin to live Godzilla |
| E.D.I. |
| went from a Bad Boy, to an ANYBODY killer |
| Look out, wanted man, guns in hand |
| Stand firm, nuts and my pride, now let’s burn |
| Bound to the fam goin down swingin |
| Holdin my ground and we the last ones breathin |
| Won’t stop until we even deep in the trenches |
| So many killings it’s senseless |
| So in this life I lead, I stay protected |
| By God, my squad, and this thing in my palm |
| Now all my hustlin motherfuckers, get your money, sing along |
| This motherfuckin life I lead nigga |
| You know what time it is Westside, Death Row (Dogg Pound) e’rybody killer |
| Bad Boy killer, killer (Thug Life, Death Row) |
| E’rybody killer, fuck all y’all niggaz |
| If it ain’t Westside nigga it ain’t poppin, that’s on my momma |