2Pac ft. Outlawz - High Speed | Текст песни

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High Speed
For all my niggaz living in a rush
Slow it down just a notch baby
It's gone be alright, it's gone be alright

2Pac
I live life High Speed slightly disallusioned by weed
I breed thug muthafuckas even worst than me
When I bleed my enemies best to flee quickly
Harm me? my army niggaz decease swiftly
Look at you now why you wanna act out
I'll pull the hammer back
strapped with a cannon that'll blow yo muthafuckin' back out
They blast but I'm still standing, 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
Rolling in my Double-R rugged and ruthless
Keep a vest through these hard times, knowing it's useless
And my crew we crooked be mistaken for jewels
We all about our cash, blast if you brake the rules
Fools turn snitch for the D-A, be heaven sent
Switch like a stoned bitch turns state evidence
Why? then they wonder why niggaz die
Put yo family in danger just to get high
Now what the hell can we get from jail
Mo' tricks for the crime trade this is hell
Bail out a thug nigga fresh out the jail house
Open a safe count and take all the mail out
Whatever happens-happens, whoever fall die
We fresh out of time, living blind so we all ride
In times like these chronic or ty-weed, bustin thru this High Speed

People say...
Whatcha gonna do when you get out of jail? I'm gonna buy me a gunnnnn
Then what's next? Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We going all night
Whatcha gonna do when you get out of jail? I'm gonna buy me a gunnnnn
Then what's next? Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We going all night

Kadafi
Verbal assassin', I hit the corner fast blastin
Hot plastic stretch ya chest plate back like elastic
No need to push me to slipt ya
I love beef like pussy and pistols
For all you pussies that's softer then tissue
I ride by like the Fall Guy out the roof
Bustin at you wise gettin' high sippin 100-proof
Yeah, you make joints know the verdict with mines
Get that ass tapped murdered and robbed blind from behind
Rapid shots pouring, catching niggaz while they snooring
Kicking his door in, I'll leave yo whole fuckin' family in mourning
Bust me, the itchy bitchy types can't touch me
Frontin' like ya hard, I'll play ya fuckin' yard like a trust

2Pac
Whatcha gonna do when you get out of jail? I'm gonna buy me a gunnnnn
Then what's next? Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We going all night
Whatcha gonna do when you get out of jail? I'm gonna buy me a gunnnnn
Then what's next? Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We going all night

E.D.I
At times at look thru time with so much anger
Wondering why it keeps on passing, pushing me to danger
No stranger to hard times, and the good ones
At times I'm amazed at what the muthafuckin hood done
What we do to get paid all that for the mighty 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 and thust more
Niggaz is dyin' tomorrow, we bailin on borrowed time
Niggaz the clocks ticking
Approaching is the day you gone need one of yo glocks spittin'
Cops hittin', politicians passing laws you ain't know of
Soon that money gone be illegal when you die to keep yo dough up
But I ain't gone tell you what, just stop chasin' paper
Man I'm just like y'all I'll worry about that shit later
Put the metal to the petal smash on, nigga blaze
Let's get blowed out, High Speed until the end of my days

Whatcha gonna do when you get out of jail? I'm gonna buy me a gunnnnn
Then what's nex

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