High Till I Die (OG 2) feat. Macadoshis, Rated R & Don Jagwarr
Date: 03.19.1994
Producer: Johnny “J” Jackson
Originally recorded for Thug Life Vol. 1
Lyrics:
[2PAC]
Ah shit
(Coughing)
Damn
Ay, this for you punk motherfucker’s in Marin
Game true, ain’t got time for fools
Money on my mind so my nine rules
Time to, make weight, niggaz getting crazy paid
And hating bitches for the games they play
So nigga, pull quick
But better be quicker than the next, motherfucker on the, trigger
Cause I’m static
Startin’ to be a fucking havoc gotta keep my automatic or get my ass kicked
When out in traffic, it’s kind of rough and, I drive a bucket
Live the Thug Life nigga screaming, fuck It
Love to throw my middle finger to the Police
And no bucks, no justice, no peace
Smoking blunts till I pass out (Coughing)
Yeah nigga, getting assed out
Rolling in my niggas glass house
Driving fast, talking to bitches whipping cash out (cash out, cash out, cash out)
I’m with my niggas, so fuck the suckers, buck the busters
Smoking Chronic motherfucker’s causing ruckus
It’s the last of the Dank, pull over
Can’t hear a damn thing sober (sober, sober, sober)
High till I die
[Don Jagwarr]
If ya have my back you must scream out murderer
High till I die a nigga must live it up
If ya have the indo then ya must burn it up
Me am the don I have just burn it up
Jagwar are the don i have to just burn it up
If you are bad boy then ya have to scream thug life
If ya see a pussy boy ya have to scream thug life
Shoot the pussy boy,
shoot the pussy boy
[Rated R]
I stay high whilst that Chronic shifts
24/7 all I hear then the Indo splits
Choke in my lungs out, 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 rollin’ sack
I got my Death my gat for the punk niggas want beef
Fuck peace nigga, cause I’m playing for keeps
I got mercy, I squabble for a knot
Pump flex in a preg bitch 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 motherfucker cocked, locked, chrome
I’m thinking about that mean ass spree
Get in my room and make my getaway clean
Know what I mean its about dope dividends
Smoking my Chronic sack fuck you bitches
[Don Jagwarr]
Me have the sweet digg a d dick for all the sweet black pussy
Long digg a d dick for all the sweet black pussy
I got the indo burn it, burn it
Indo burn it, burn it
Who got the indo?
Burn it, burn it
who got the indo?
You have to burn it, burn it
[Macadoshis]
I graduated from the school of Hard Knocks
At the age of Seventeen I went to camp for slanging rocks
A young nigga with nothing to live for
All I ever wanted was a squeeze and a 6-4
But now they got a nigga trapped in the system
I pop a Cop, when he drop, I piss on him
I smoke blunts like it’s a religion
It’s 187, on a motherfucking 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
Fuck struggling I’d rather stay buzzing
I live the Thug Life nigga till I die
And if I do just die, just hit the blunt and get high
Cause a nigga like me stays down till death
Kicked up dust, to smoke blunts till my last breathe
[Don Jagwarr]
Roll em up roll em up and yes you have to smoke em,
roll em up roll em up and yes you have to smoke em,
roll em up roll em up and yes you have to smoke em,
roll em up roll em up and yes you have to smoke em
[Chorus – 2PAC]
High till I die
Loc’ed till they smoke me, the shit don’t stop till my casket drop
High till I die
Loc’ed till they smoke me, the shit don’t stop till my casket drop
I’m high till I die
Loc’ed till they smoke me, the shit don’t stop till my casket drop
High till I die
Loc’ed till they smoke me, the shit don’t stop till my casket drop
High till I die
Loc’ed till they smoke me, the shit don’t stop till the casket drop
High till I die
