[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 livin insane

I sold my soul for a chance to kick it and bang

Now tell if I'm wrong

but sayin "Fuck the world" got you deeper in my songs

Drinkin 'til I earl, spendin money 'til it's gone

It's the good life - maybe niggaz got it goin on

Now maybe if I died, and came back, wouldn't have to slang crack

Addicted to the game, so obviously we came strapped

Please forgive me for my wicked ways, fuck a bitch

Bad Boy niggaz eat a dick a day, bumpin this

Lord have mercy it's a slaughter

So wicked that my tracks is wettin niggaz like it's water

I learned my lessons as a thug in these wicked ass hood fights

But I'm a baller now, nigga, I live the good life



[Chorus]

This is the good life, fuck my foes

God bless the dumb niggaz that, trust them hoes

Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise

and live the good life, cause thug niggaz don't die

We live the good life, fuck my foes

God bless the dumb niggaz that, trust these hoes

Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise

and live the good life, cause thug niggaz don't die



[Big Syke]

No one knows what the, future holds, but you

Haha.. listen close

They say reach in yo' heart and you'll find your mind

Every day in the streets, got my foresight blind

My after time is narrow, peepin down the barrel of a foe

Just a nigga or a killer I don't know so

who makes the call will I fall a victim like the rest?

Slug in the chest, one in the dome and make sure I'm gone

Send me home all alone in these cold streets

In desperation constantly drinkin and I can't sleep

Neck deep strugglin tryin to survive

SOme wanna die I wanna stay alive, eyes on the prize

Let me modify this whole region

I declare this sucker duckin season, give me the reason

why I should change, into a softie

.. after living so loftily

It cost me my soul out of control in a devil's world

Me, my niggaz, and my girl - livin the good life!



[Chorus]



[E.D.I.]

I spend my days and nights not knowin if, strays in flight

gon' finally catch me, it's the good life, can you hear me?

Clearly over the edge, soon as I wake up

Last night we off the hook, doin way too much

But it's the fast lane only, big dealin big ceiling

All for the money, some kill some squeal

All for the money, most ain't even real

but we still call 'em homies, now what the fuck is that?

Fake love, fake thugs are, all in the game

I watch 'em all plot and fall while we come up and gain

Outlaw never surrender is the call when you hear us comin

Better start to get to runnin 'fore my click get to gunnin

Still in the midst of all the stress and pain

I'm still tryin to get a hold of the game, livin that good life



[Chorus] - 2X (w/ minor variations)