Текст, перевод и аккорды “This Life I Lead”
- [2Pac] In this motherfuckin life I lead, sheeit Hella motherfuckin roadblocks and crooked cops We still ride though, what side? WESTside [Verse One: 2Pac] 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 [Chorus: 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: Young Noble] + (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 [Chorus] [Verse Three: Napoleon] It ain't nuttin but in-between nuts, oxygen is gettin hot Got a problem ol' fag-ass nigga, kick rocks {*censored*} on the phone and that nigga talkin crazy I don't know, who to blame, him or {*censored*} 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 [Chorus] [Verse Four: Outlawz] + (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 [Verse Five: E.D.I.] 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 [Chorus] [2Pac] 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 poppi
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