[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)]