Makaveli - Life I Lead lyrics

2Pac]
In this motherf*ckin life I lead, sheeit
Hella motherf*ckin roadblocks & 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 & 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 yeahrs, we was high school peers, in junior high
I was itchin to kill, & you was, ready to die
Why you bullshittin, niggaz was dyin & catchin cases
Bustin my automatics at motherf*ckers in foreign places
Leavin no trace, they see my face & they buried
Them bitches die in a hurry, still I ride, I am never worried
Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride, & I ama ride
Pick my enemies out the crowd, & motherf*ckers die
It isn´t the way I want to live, my nigga it is how it´s
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, & 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 nigga holla my set, & watch em ride
Outlaw motherf*ckers ´til we die, in this life I lead

[Verse Two: Young Noble] + (2Pac)
I aint a killer but don´t push me dawg
For the family I will send that ass straight to God (whatchu doin nigga?)
In this life I lead, I seen the most of my twenty-three yeahrs
My vision is blurry, the money is clear (hahaha)
Some of my peers eternally will sleep in a coffin (yea nigga)
And when Nob´ on the road, I am extremely cautious
(Westside nigga, you know how we do it!)
It happen that fast, split 2nd you gone
At the top of my tombstone put "Nob´ was raw"
Outlaw ´til I am 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 is all for the foundation
Outlawz we still buildin the Thug Nation, holla at ya homey

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Napoleon]
It aint nuttin but in-between nuts, oxygen is gettin hot
Got a problem ol´ fag-ass nigga, kick rocks
{*censored*} on the phone & that nigga talkin crazy
I do not know, who to blame, him or {*censored*} killin babies
I am 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 am 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 am playin my hands
And I am plottin on the fortune, it is gettin hot & scorchin
I am diggin like a scorpion that torture they enemies

[Chorus]

[Verse Four: Outlawz] + (2Pac)
Now with this Outlaw lifestyle that I been introduced ta
Money & hoes keep us closer to Lucifer (wassup Kurupt?)
Steady seducin us & now I am all for it
This the, life for me & the law can´t spoil it (riiight)
So you can call it what the f*ck you want
But I ama ballin alcholic with a sawed-off pump (nigga!)
My momma aint raised no punk; & neither did ´Pac
So when it jump off, I breathe for Yak´
Been puttin in work, so I walk with a bop
And it aint safe at home, so I sleep with a glock (no mistakes)
Thug livin, uhh, what the f*ck´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 aint f*ckin with you most just crooks & 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 & my pride, now let´s burn
Bound to the fam goin down swingin
Holdin my ground & we the last ones breathin
Won´t stop till we even deep in the trenches
So many killings it is senseless
So in this life I lead, I stay protected
By God, my squad, & this thing in my palm
Now all my hustlin motherf*ckers, get your money, sing along

[Chorus]

[2Pac]
This motherf*ckin life I lead nigga
You know what time it´s
Westside, Death Row (Dogg Pound) e´rybody killer
Bad Boy killer, {?} killer (Thug Life, Death Row)
E´rybody killer, f*ck all y´all niggaz
If it aint Westside nigga it aint poppin, that is on my momma

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