[Intro: 2Pac]
The money behind the dreams
My right hand, my other Capo in this big motherfuckin' war we got
My other Capo in this big-ass
Conglomerate called Death Row
Snoop motherfuckin Dogg, Tha Doggfather
And who we hear comin' through right now?
Makaveli the Don
Feel this, Killuminati

[Chorus: 2Pac]
Puffin' on loud
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a n***a goin' crazy
Oh yeah, I feel crazy
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a n***a goin' crazy
Oh yeah, I feel crazy
(Tell 'em about it!)

[Interlude: 2Pac]
They got me feelin' crazier than a motherfucker
I got Bad Azz in this motherfucker
Makaveli the Don, representin' thе Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' thе LBC Crew
So whatcha wanna do? Y'know how we do it
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Last year was a hard one, but life goes on
Bumpin' my head against the wall, learnin' right from wrong
They say my ghetto instrumental detrimental to kids
As if they can't see the misery in which they live
Blame me for the outcome, ban my records – check it
Don't have to bump this, but please respect it
I took a minus and now the hard times are behind us
Turned into a plus, now they stuck livin' blinded
Hennessy got me feelin' bad, time to stop drinkin'
Rollin' in my drop-top Jag, what's that cops thinkin'?
Sittin' in my car, watch the stars and smoke
I came a long way, but still I got so far to go
Dear Mama, don't worry, I'ma watch for snakes
Tell Setchu that I love her, but it's hard today
I got the letter that she sent me, and I cried for weeks
This what came out when I tried to speak – all I heard was…

[Chorus: 2Pac]
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a n***a goin' crazy
I feel crazy
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a n***a goin' crazy
I feel crazy
(One, two, three, four)
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
I see Bloods and Crips runnin' up the hill
Lookin' for a better wayyy
My brothers and sisters, it's time to bail
‘Cause even thug n***as prayyy
Hopin' God hear me, I entered the game
Look how much I changed
I'm no longer innocent – casualties of fame
Made a lot of money, seen a lot of places
And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face
When I gave her the keys to her own house, this yo land
Your only son done became a man
Watchin' time fly, I love my people, do or die
But I wonder why we scared to let each other fly
June 1-6, '7-1, the day
Mama pushed me out her womb, told me, "N***a, get paid!"
No one can understand me – the black sheep
Outcasted from my family, now packin' heat
I run the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say… (Thug Life, baby!)

[Chorus: 2Pac]
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a n***a goin' crazy
I feel crazy
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a n***a goin' crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy
I feel crazy (crazy)
[Verse 3: Bad Azz]
God, help me out here, ‘cause I'm possessed
I need the root of all evil for my stress
‘Cause money's like a strong prescription
Drug, it's got me addicted
To the pleasure and the pain it inflicted
Somethin' about the paper
With the pictures of the president's head
Damn, it's like a motherfuckin' plague that spread
It's epidemic; forgotten, forgotten it got worse
I keep my head on straight, makin' money ‘cause it's cursed
Makin' money makes a difference day by day
So I gotta stay paid, no doubt, day in and day out
This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin' to live
No matter how hard you try, it's in death, you gotta die
A lot of my peers didn't make it to the years to come
Did life do 'em right or did life leave 'em dumb?
Who has the answers? I wonder, I turn to my elders
They aged and experienced, but they can't even tell ya
Or tell me, that there'll be light at the end of the road
(Why?) ‘Cause they don't even know
A million things run through my mind
You ain't gotta be in jail to be doin' time
(You ain't gotta be in jail to be doin' time)

[Chorus: 2Pac]
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a n***a goin' crazy
I feel crazy
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a n***a goin' crazy

[Collision: 2Pac]
I feel fucked up in this bitch
I smoked half a ounce to the head
Chocolate Thai, indo, Hawaiian, lambsbread, buddha
All that shit!
I'm fucked up in this motherfucker
And Hennessy don't help
And Hennessy don't help
Thug Passion in this muh'fucker
Makaveli the Don puttin' it down to the fullest
Maximum overload
3 Day Theory, Killuminati to your body
With the impact of a 12 gauge shotty
Double-I slugs, no love, straight thugs

[Outro: 2Pac]
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a n***a goin' crazy
I feel crazy
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a n***a goin' crazy (I feel fucked up, I smoked an ounce to the head)
Time goes by, puffin' on lye—