This motherfucking life I lead, shit
A hell of motherfucking road blocks and crooked cops
We still ride though
What side?
Westside

(Verse 1: Tupac)

I want money in large amounts my garage full of cars that bounce
Moving my tapes in major ways cause every dollar counts
Busters is jealous and half these nigas is punks
They running off at the mouth 'til I fill up with my pump
They jump my automatic keep them weary
While you fronting like you Billy bad ass nigga you scary
I been knowing you for years we was high school peers iIn Junior High
I was itchin' to kill and you was ready to die
While you bullshitting niggas was dying and catching cases
Busting my automatics at motherfuckers in foreign places
Leaving no trace they see my face and then 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
Homie got into a fight last night they killed his kids

(Chorus x2)

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 them ride
Outlaw mother fuckers
'Till we die
In this life I lead

(Verse 2: Young Noble)

I ain't a killer but don't push me dog
For that family I'll send that ass straight to God (what you doing nigga?)
And in this life I lead I've seen the most of my 23 years
My vision is blurry the money is clear
Some of my peers eternally will sleep in a coffin (yeah nigga)
And noble on the road I'm extremely cautious
It happened that fast split second your gone
At the top of my tombstone put noble is raw
Outlaw 'Till I'm under the floor for Kadafi the prince
I stack dough like a clock on the bricks
With a watch on my wrist dog I know the time these days
We outlaws we gonna die this way
we already in the history books Pac made sure of that
Whateva you took we taking it back
You know it's all for the foundation Outlaws
We still building the thug nation holler at your homie

(Chorus 2x)

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 them ride
Outlaw mother fuckers
'Till we die
In this life I lead

(Verse 3: Napolean)

It ain't but nothing air between us oxygen is gettin hot
Got a problem mo' fag ass nigga kick rocks
Now *censored* on the phone and the nigga talking crazy
I don't know who to blame him or *censored* for killing babies
I'm a New Jers' Devil the street created rebel
Only got one shot to produce on every level
This is Maximus go to the max I must
Nigga I came from not much so money I clutch
Uhuh Napolean the strength of strong arm
With a dick they whistle and ride I put a move up on
I'm a hardcore product of the ghetto
Been blessed for sure to eat from out the ghetto
I maneuver in the right lane quick to push back lanes
Switch it to the left lane I play with my hands
And I'm plotting on the fortune it's getting hot and scorching
I'm thinking like a scorpion that torturing an enemy

(Chorus 2x)

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 them ride
Outlaw mother fuckers
'Till we die
In this life I lead

(Verse 4)

Now with this outlaw lifestyle that I've been introduced to
Money and hoes keep us closer to Lucifer (what's up Kurupt)
Steady seducing us and I'm all for it
It's the life for me and the law cant spoil it
So you can call it what the fuck you want (right)
But I'm a baller alcoholic with a sawn-off pump (nigga)
My mamma ain't raise no punk and even dead Pac
So when I jump off I breathe for Yak
Been puttin in work so I walk with a bop
And it safe at home so I sleep with a glock (no mistakes)
Thug living Ugh what the fuck would be better
I do my dirt with the family so we dying together

(Verse 5: Edi)

We on a mission for mo' gangster shit on you hoes
We ain't fucking with you lawyers crossing niggas up out there dough
Trying to live Godzilla Edi went from a bad boy
To a anybody killer Look out
Wanted man guns in hand stand firm
Nuts are my pride now lets burn
Bound and profound going down swinging
Holding my ground we the last ones breathing
No stopping till we eating deep in the trenches
So many killings it's senseless
So in this life I lead I stay protected
My god my squad and this thing in my palm
Now all my hustling motherfuckers get your money
Sing along

(Chorus x2)

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 them ride
Outlaw mother fuckers
'Till we die
In this life I lead

This motherfucking life I lead nigga
You know what time it is
Westside
Deathrow
Dogg Pound
Everybody killer
Bad boy killer
?? killer
Anybody killer
Fuck all y'all niggas
If it ain't Westside nigga it ain't Pac
That's on my momma


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