2Pac - High Speed (Still I Rise) | Текст песни

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• High Speed (Still I Rise)

I speak
For all my ni**az livin' in the rush
Slow it down just a notch baby
It's goin' be alright, it's goin' be alright

[2Pac + E.D.I Amin]
Life in High Speed
f**k the punishment, tie weed
I gonna buy me a gun
f**k doin' time

[2Pac]
I live life High Speed
Slightly disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthaf**kas even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me
My army, ni**az decieve swiftly
Look at you now, why you wanna hang out?
I pull the hammer back
Strike wit' a cannon and blow your muthaf**kin' back out
They blast but I'm still standin'
Slightly scarred deep
Questions for the lord, why he don't like me, guard my soul
Though my life was hard with no remorse
I absorb bomb less provide protection for the boss
Rollin' in my double, raw, rugged, and ruthless
Keep a vest through these hard times, knowin' it's useless
And my crew, who could should be mistaken for Jews
We all about our past, blast if he break the rules
Fools done snitched for the D.A., be heavensent
Switched like a stone-bi**h, turned str8 severed then, why?
Then they wonder why ni**az die
Put your family in danger just to get high
Now, what the hell can we get from jail?
More tricks for the crime rate, this is hell
Bail out, a thug ni**a fresh out the jailhouse
Open your safe count and take all your mail out
Whatever happens happens
Whoever falls dies
We fresh out of time, livin blind, so we all ride
In times like these, chronic and tie weed
Puffin' through these High Speedz
And people say

[Chorus (2Pac):]

Whatcha gonna 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
Whatcha gonna 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 a*sa*sin, I hit the corner fast, blastin'
I plan to stretch your chest plate back like elastic
No need to push me to slippin'
I love beef, like pussy and pistols
For all you pussies that's soft as tissue
I ride plottin' like the fall guy out the roof
Bustin' at you wise guy, gettin' high, sippin' hundred proof
Gettin' your neck joints low to verdict wit' mine
Get that a*s attacked, murdered, and robbed, blind from behind
Grab your shots', callin'
Catchin ni**az while they stormin'
Kickin' his door in
And get your whole f**kin' family a' mournin'
Plus all you itchy-bi**hy types can't touch me
Frontin' like your hard
I'll play your f**kin' yard like a trussel

[Chorus (2Pac):]

Whatcha gonna 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
Whatcha gonna 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 times wit' so much anger
Wonderin' why it keeps on pa*sin' bringin' me the danger
No singal hard time is a good one
At times I'm amazed
Now what the mutha f**k a 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 in bags of dust, more
ni**az is dying tommorrow
We, bet on all time
ni**a the clocks tickin'
Approachin' is the day you only know your glocks spittin
Cops sittin', politicians pa*sin' laws you ain't knowin'
Soon that money goin' be illegal when you got it
Keep your dough up
But I ain't goin' tell you, what?, to stop chasin' pap

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