they gotta cure for this shit, we ain't rich First we lost Eazy, then we lost Pac Biggie got killed, when this shit gon' stop? Everybody wanna know, what
safety And even though that we been gettin' cake And now the money taste sweet like pastry, they hate me Now tell me how I look Would you rather live life
the light screamin life is good verse 3 hey what you do i cop cars out the future pockets all fat like rashbusha think im gettin used to life style all rich
big nose I swear your artist couldn't see me on his tip toes only on TV I gotta take a quick pose let me stop I forgot this was a big show and being dope
fries, can't hold those down To be seven pounds, you must release several pounds This is Heaven on Hell This is how she wanna live She ain't really
I drive slow I'm quick to buck a duck and I don't give a fuck about five O A hard core life I toast to ex-flaw Therefore I live raw and went to war with
this shit like, whoa Niggaz put me through this shit like, whoa So I'ma go toe to toe, blow for blow like, whoa And rip your torso live the fast life
I live, no front-line can block me Can I live, or do I gatta bring it to these kids Can I live, if I don't live nobody lives This is to my AK tollas
's gotta be somethin' you can do wit'cha life Sell things that a whole bunch of people will buy Make a lot of profits, make bank deposits Wanna live like this
I wanted to, I did it for myself Now whatcha gon' do with yo' life People try to tell you what to do, it's yo' life You better make the most of it, live
pull up five in the mona Shit, I need to chrome up, become a home owner Look, life's a bitch but I'm on her I almost cracked this, no more hustling
page Still playing the same, still young at the game Never talk down on a player's name 'Cause I'm big time, paid all my dues I'm rich and famous and
go straight to the pen Get rich quick schemes off dope fiends I know you know what I mean Making big money, living stoned to the bone Oakland, California is where we roam Hitting this
it was hard to tell If I grow up and be rich as hell See, I was cool I knew all the shit Big bank on my finger tips But I never had a big bank, not back
living soul I even heard a rumor that I overdosed I'm not a reincarnation of something old Like King Tut I was buried in gold Why you wanna cry when I'm still living
me some more Big bank, now just make me rich Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me rich Check out my style, baby I don't quit I heard this freak say, "That