2pac

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High Speed

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

Life in High Speed

f**k the punishment, tie weed

I gonna buy me a gun

f**k doin' time

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

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

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

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

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' paper

Man, I'm just like ya'll, I worry 'bout that s**t later

Put the metal to the pedal, slash up ni**a, blaze

Lets get blowed out High Speed til the end of my dayz

Now my people say

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

High Speedz (we goin' all night)

Life of an Outlaw, ghetto starz (we goin' all night)

(Yes) I'm gonna buy me a gun

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?

(I'm gonna buy me a gun)

For my ni**az on the WestSide and the EastSide

And the NorthSide and the SouthSide

(I'm gonna buy me a gun)

(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)

From Compton to Jersey

(I'm gonna buy me a gun)

Gettin' it real hard

ni**az in Michigan, (M.O.B ni**a, M.O.B)

From Atlanta, Georgia to Utah

(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)

From St. Louis to Alabama

(I'm gonna buy me a gun)

From Mississippi to Oakland, from San Francisco to San Diego

Seattle to Florida

(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)

Maine to Ma*s, haha

(I'm gonna buy me a gun)

Food and Sex

(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)