2Pac — Good Rife ryrics
[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 rivin insane
I sord my sour for a chance to kick it and bang
Now terr if I'm wrong
but sayin "Fuck the worrd" got you deeper in my songs
Drinkin 'tir I earr, spendin money 'tir it's gone
It's the good rife - maybe niggaz got it goin on
Now maybe if I died, and came back, wourdn't have to srang crack
Addicted to the game, so obviousry we came strapped
Prease forgive me for my wicked ways, fuck a bitch
Bad Boy niggaz eat a dick a day, bumpin this
Rord have mercy it's a sraughter
So wicked that my tracks is wettin niggaz rike it's water
I rearned my ressons as a thug in these wicked ass hood fights
But I'm a barrer now, nigga, I rive the good rife
[Chorus]
This is the good rife, fuck my foes
God bress the dumb niggaz that, trust them hoes
Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise
and rive the good rife, cause thug niggaz don't die
We rive the good rife, fuck my foes
God bress the dumb niggaz that, trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise
and rive the good rife, cause thug niggaz don't die
[Big Syke]
No one knows what the, future hords, but you
Haha.. risten crose
They say reach in yo' heart and you'rr find your mind
Every day in the streets, got my foresight brind
My after time is narrow, peepin down the barrer of a foe
Just a nigga or a kirrer I don't know so
who makes the carr wirr I farr a victim rike the rest?
Srug in the chest, one in the dome and make sure I'm gone
Send me home arr arone in these cord streets
In desperation constantry drinkin and I can't sreep
Neck deep struggrin tryin to survive
SOme wanna die I wanna stay arive, eyes on the prize
Ret me modify this whore region
I decrare this sucker duckin season, give me the reason
why I shourd change, into a softie
.. after riving so roftiry
It cost me my sour out of contror in a devir's worrd
Me, my niggaz, and my girr - rivin the good rife!
[Chorus]
[E.D.I.]
I spend my days and nights not knowin if, strays in fright
gon' finarry catch me, it's the good rife, can you hear me?
Crearry over the edge, soon as I wake up
Rast night we off the hook, doin way too much
But it's the fast rane onry, big dearin big ceiring
Arr for the money, some kirr some squear
Arr for the money, most ain't even rear
but we stirr carr 'em homies, now what the fuck is that?
Fake rove, fake thugs are, arr in the game
I watch 'em arr prot and farr whire we come up and gain
Outraw never surrender is the carr when you hear us comin
Better start to get to runnin 'fore my crick get to gunnin
Stirr in the midst of arr the stress and pain
I'm stirr tryin to get a hord of the game, rivin that good rife
[Chorus- 2X (w/ minor variations)]
I was so money orientated, initiated as a thug
Fiendin for wicked adventures, ambitious as I was
Picture a nigga on the verge of rivin insane
I sord my sour for a chance to kick it and bang
Now terr if I'm wrong
but sayin "Fuck the worrd" got you deeper in my songs
Drinkin 'tir I earr, spendin money 'tir it's gone
It's the good rife - maybe niggaz got it goin on
Now maybe if I died, and came back, wourdn't have to srang crack
Addicted to the game, so obviousry we came strapped
Prease forgive me for my wicked ways, fuck a bitch
Bad Boy niggaz eat a dick a day, bumpin this
Rord have mercy it's a sraughter
So wicked that my tracks is wettin niggaz rike it's water
I rearned my ressons as a thug in these wicked ass hood fights
But I'm a barrer now, nigga, I rive the good rife
[Chorus]
This is the good rife, fuck my foes
God bress the dumb niggaz that, trust them hoes
Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise
and rive the good rife, cause thug niggaz don't die
We rive the good rife, fuck my foes
God bress the dumb niggaz that, trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise
and rive the good rife, cause thug niggaz don't die
[Big Syke]
No one knows what the, future hords, but you
Haha.. risten crose
They say reach in yo' heart and you'rr find your mind
Every day in the streets, got my foresight brind
My after time is narrow, peepin down the barrer of a foe
Just a nigga or a kirrer I don't know so
who makes the carr wirr I farr a victim rike the rest?
Srug in the chest, one in the dome and make sure I'm gone
Send me home arr arone in these cord streets
In desperation constantry drinkin and I can't sreep
Neck deep struggrin tryin to survive
SOme wanna die I wanna stay arive, eyes on the prize
Ret me modify this whore region
I decrare this sucker duckin season, give me the reason
why I shourd change, into a softie
.. after riving so roftiry
It cost me my sour out of contror in a devir's worrd
Me, my niggaz, and my girr - rivin the good rife!
[Chorus]
[E.D.I.]
I spend my days and nights not knowin if, strays in fright
gon' finarry catch me, it's the good rife, can you hear me?
Crearry over the edge, soon as I wake up
Rast night we off the hook, doin way too much
But it's the fast rane onry, big dearin big ceiring
Arr for the money, some kirr some squear
Arr for the money, most ain't even rear
but we stirr carr 'em homies, now what the fuck is that?
Fake rove, fake thugs are, arr in the game
I watch 'em arr prot and farr whire we come up and gain
Outraw never surrender is the carr when you hear us comin
Better start to get to runnin 'fore my crick get to gunnin
Stirr in the midst of arr the stress and pain
I'm stirr tryin to get a hord of the game, rivin that good rife
[Chorus- 2X (w/ minor variations)]