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High Speed Lyrics
[E.D.I Amin]
High Speed: For all my niggaz livin' in the rush, slow it down just a notch, baby. It's gone be alright. It's gone be alright.
[2Pac + (E.D.I Amin)]
Life at high speed
Puffin chronic and thai weed
(What? Buy me a gun)
Lick'em make'em sick
[2Pac]
I live life high speed. Slightly disillusioned by weed
I breed thug mothafuckas even worse than me
When I bleed my enemies best to flee quickly
On me, my army, nigga diseased swiftly
Look at you now, why you wanna act out?
I pull the hammer back, strapped with a cannon and blow your mothafuckin' back out
They blast but I'm still standin', slightly scarred deep
Questions for the Lord, “Why you don't like me, God?” So
Though my life was hard with no remorse
I absorb all lessons, provide protection for the boss
Rollin' in my double R rugged and ruthless
Keep a vest through these hard times knowin' it's useless
And my crew, we crooked be mistaken for Jews
We all about our cash, blast if you break the rules
Fools turn, snitched for the D.A., be heaven-sent
Switched like a stoned bitch, turned state, severed then
Why?
Then they wonder why niggaz die
Put your family in danger just to get high
Now, what the hell can we get from jail?
More tricks for the crime trade, this is hell
Bail out. A thug nigga fresh out the jailhouse
Open the safe count and take all the mail out
Whatever happens, happens. Whoever fall dies
We fresh out of time, livin blind so we all ride
In times like these: chronic or thai weed
Puffin' through this High Speed
And people say
(Chorus 2x - 2Pac):
Whatcha gone do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next? Food and sex
House parties in the projects
We goin' all night
[Yaki Kadafi]
Verbal assassin. I hit the corner fast, blastin'
Hot plastic, stretch your chest plate back like elastic
No need to push me to split ya. I love beef like pussy and pistols
For all you pussies that's softer than tissue
I ride by like the fall guy out the roof
Bustin' at you wise guys, gettin' high sippin' hundred proof
Yeah. You neck joints low to verdict with mine
Get that ass attacked, murdered, and robbed, blind from behind
Grab your shots pourin'. Catchin niggaz while they snorin'
Kickin' his door in and I’ll leave your whole fuckin' family in mournin'
Bust me you itchy-bitchy types can't touch me
Frontin' like you’re hard I play your fuckin' yard like a trussel
(Chorus 2x)
Whatcha gone do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next? Food and sex
House parties in the projects
We goin' all night
[E.D.I Amin]
At times I look through time with so much anger
Wonderin' why it keeps on passin' pushing me the danger
No stranger to hard times to a good one, at times I'm amazed
At what the mothafuckin’ hood done, what we do to get paid
All day for the almighty dollar
Don't even bother to holla we all destined to be swallowed
By the same thing we lust for
Threw away our morals and values to dust more
Niggaz'll die tomorrow, we
Bet on all time, nigga the clocks tickin'
Approachin' is the day you gone need one of your glocks spittin'
Cops sittin'. Politician passin' laws you ain't know what
Soon that money goin' be illegal when you dyin’ to keep your dough up
But I ain't goin' tell you, what? To stop chasin' paper?
Man, I'm just like ya'll. I worry about that shit later
Put the metal to the pedal, smash off nigga, blaze
Lets get blowed out high speeding til the end of my dayz
(And my people say)
(Chorus 5x)
Whatcha gone do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next? Food and sex
House parties in the projects
We goin' all night
[2Pac talking w/cut Chorus]
High Speeds. Life of an Outlaw - ghetto stars, you know.
Yes, yes, yes. For my niggaz on the West Side and the East Side and the North Side and the South Side.
From Compton to Jersey.
From Inglewood to Harlem.
From Huston to Michigan. (M.O.B. nigga! M.O.B.)
From Atlanta, Georgia to Utah.
From St. Louis to Alabama.
From Mississippi to Oakland.
From San Francisco to San Diego.
To Seattle to Florida.
From Maine to Boston.
? if a niggas getting out, haha
You know I know how that shit is, hehehe.
Whatcha gone do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next? Food and sex
House parties in the projects
We goin' all night
(High Speed)
And it don’t stop. And it won’t quit (7x)
Outlawz with that rought shit, baby!
[E.D.I Amin]
Learn about it.
Pac you goin' rap?
High Speed: For all my niggaz livin' in the rush, slow it down just a notch, baby. It's gone be alright. It's gone be alright.
Life at high speed
Puffin chronic and thai weed
(What? Buy me a gun)
Lick'em make'em sick
I live life high speed. Slightly disillusioned by weed
I breed thug mothafuckas even worse than me
On me, my army, nigga diseased swiftly
I pull the hammer back, strapped with a cannon and blow your mothafuckin' back out
Questions for the Lord, “Why you don't like me, God?” So
I absorb all lessons, provide protection for the boss
Keep a vest through these hard times knowin' it's useless
We all about our cash, blast if you break the rules
Switched like a stoned bitch, turned state, severed then
Put your family in danger just to get high
More tricks for the crime trade, this is hell
Open the safe count and take all the mail out
We fresh out of time, livin blind so we all ride
Puffin' through this High Speed
And people say
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next? Food and sex
House parties in the projects
We goin' all night
Verbal assassin. I hit the corner fast, blastin'
Hot plastic, stretch your chest plate back like elastic
For all you pussies that's softer than tissue
Bustin' at you wise guys, gettin' high sippin' hundred proof
Get that ass attacked, murdered, and robbed, blind from behind
Kickin' his door in and I’ll leave your whole fuckin' family in mournin'
Frontin' like you’re hard I play your fuckin' yard like a trussel
Whatcha gone do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next? Food and sex
House parties in the projects
We goin' all night
At times I look through time with so much anger
Wonderin' why it keeps on passin' pushing me the danger
At what the mothafuckin’ hood done, what we do to get paid
Don't even bother to holla we all destined to be swallowed
Threw away our morals and values to dust more
Niggaz'll die tomorrow, we
Approachin' is the day you gone need one of your glocks spittin'
Soon that money goin' be illegal when you dyin’ to keep your dough up
Man, I'm just like ya'll. I worry about that shit later
Lets get blowed out high speeding til the end of my dayz
(And my people say)
Whatcha gone do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next? Food and sex
House parties in the projects
We goin' all night
High Speeds. Life of an Outlaw - ghetto stars, you know.
From Inglewood to Harlem.
From Huston to Michigan. (M.O.B. nigga! M.O.B.)
From Atlanta, Georgia to Utah.
From St. Louis to Alabama.
From Mississippi to Oakland.
From San Francisco to San Diego.
To Seattle to Florida.
From Maine to Boston.
You know I know how that shit is, hehehe.
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next? Food and sex
House parties in the projects
We goin' all night
(High Speed)
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