High Till I Die (OG) lyrics

[2Pac talking]
(Coughing)
Oh sh*t
(Coughing)
Damn
Ay, this for you punk motherf*cker's in Marin

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Game true, ain't got time for fools
Money on my mind so my nine rules
Time to, make weight, n*ggas gettin' crazy paid
And hatin' b*tches for the games they play
So n*gga, pull quick
But better be quicker than the next, motherf*cker on the, trigger
Cause I'm static
Startin' to be a f*ckin' havoc gotta keep my automatic or get my ass kicked
When I'm in traffic, it's kinda rough and, I drive a bucket
Live the Thug Life n*gga screaming, f*ck It
Love to throw my middle finger to the Police
No bucks, no justice, no peace
Smokin' blunts till I pass out (Coughing)
Yeah n*gga, gettin' assed out
Rollin' in my n*gga's glass house
Drivin' fast, talkin' to b*tches whippin' cash out
I'm with my n*ggas, so f*ck the suckers, buck the busters
Smokin' Chronic motherf*cker's causin' ruckus
It's the last of the Dank, pull over
Can't hear a damn thing sober
High till I die
[Souljah talking]
Uh, unfadeable
Like, can't be f*cked with
Like, umm, n*ggas can't touch this sh*t yeah
Like umm, back the f*ck up motherf*cker
Rated R finna flex on you punk ass busters
You better feel this n*gga
Rated

[Verse 2: Rated R]
I stay high whilst that Chronic shifts
24/7 all I hear then the Indo splits
Choke in my Karl Kani, I think about death too much that's why I smoke my brains out
So I can relax and kick back
Come off on a dope track with a ?? sack
I got my Death for the punk n*ggas want peace
f*ck peace n*gga, cause I'm playin' for keeps
I got mercy, I squabble for a knot
Pump flex in my ?? on a blood spot
Let me stop and put some petrol in my tank
Mack serve up the Dank I'm finna hold up this place
Put my Ski mask on
Jump out like a motherf*cker c*cked, locked, chrome
I'm thinkin' about that mean ass spree
Get in my room and make my getaway clean
Know what I mean its about ?? n*ggas
Smokin' my Chronic sack f*ck you b*tches
[Souljah talking]
Yeah n*gga, punk ass hoes
Thug Life, all across the country
We want all the thugs to get untied
You know what I'm saying
Mack motherf*ckin' 10

[Verse 3: Macadoshis]
I graduated from the school of Hard Knocks
At the age of Seventeen I went to camp for slangin' rocks
A young n*gga with nothin' to live for
All I ever wanted was a squeeze and a 6-4
But now they got a n*gga trapped in the system
I pop a Cop, when he drop, I p*ss on him
I smoke blunts like it's a religion
It's 187, on a motherf*ckin' stool pigeon
Might swoop in my coupe with the flat boots
Don't have to make me to shoot when I'm looting
Gotta wait two years cause I'm struggling
f*ck strugglin' I'd rather stay buzzing
I live the Thug Life n*gga till I die
And if I do dope ??, just hit the blunt and get high
Cause a n*gga like me stays down till death
Kicked up dust, to smoke blunts till my last breathe

[Souljah talking]
Ha ha, high till I motherf*ckin' die
Run n*gga, run n*gga, I'm on ya
[Chorus: 2Pac & Souljah x3]
High till I die
Loc'ed till they smoke me, the sh*t don't stop till my casket drop
High till I die
Loc'ed till they smoke me, the sh*t don't stop till my casket drop
I'm high till I die
Loc'ed till they smoke me, the sh*t don't stop till my casket drop
High till I die
Loc'ed till they smoke me, the sh*t don't stop till my casket drop
High till I die
Loc'ed till they smoke me, the sh*t don't stop till the casket drop
High till I die

Yeah, stay high till I die
(This go out to all my partners, and all my real n*ggas)
High till I die
(Yeah)
Blaze that sh*t man, light it up man
High till I die
(You know what I'm saying)
(It's on, yeah)