2Pac - High Till I Die (Original Version)

Game rules Ain't got time for fools Money on my mind So my nine rules Time to make wieght Niggas gettin' crazy paid Hate bitches for the games they play So nigga Pull quick But better be quicker Than the next mutha fucka On the trigger Cause I'm static Startin' to be a fuckin' habit Gotta keep my automatic Or get my ass kicked When I'm travelin' It's kind of puffin' I drive a bucket Little Thug Life nigga Screaming Fuck It I love to throw my middle finger to the police And no bucks, no justice, no peace I'm smoking blunts 'til I pass out [coughing] Yah nigga getting assed out Rollin' and my niggas Glass out Drving fast Talking to bitches Whipping cash out I'm with my niggas So fuck the suckas I'm bucking brothas Smokin' chronic mutha fuckas Causing ruckus It's the last of the drank Pull over Can't hear a damn thang Sober High 'Til I Die Loced 'Til they smoke me The Shit don't stop Til my casket drop I'm High 'Til I Die Loced 'Til they smoke me The Shit don't stop Til my casket drop High 'Til I Die Loced 'Til they smoke me The Shit don't stop Til my casket drop I'm High 'Til I Die Loced 'Til they smoke me Shit don't stop The shit don't stop