(feat. Big Syke, E.D.I.)    [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)]