[Intro: E.D.I Amin]
High speed
For all my niggas livin' in the rush
Slow it down just a notch baby
It's goin' be alright, it's goin' be alright
[Ad-libs: 2Pac & E.D.I Amin]
Life at high speed, life at high speed
Fuck the punishment, Thai weed
Buy me a gun, liquor and puffin' Thai weed
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
I live life high speed, slightly disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthafuckas even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly
Harm me, my army, niggas decease swiftly
Look at you now, why you wanna act out?
I pull the hammer back, strike wit' a cannon that'll blow yo muthafuckin' 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 turned snitch for the D.A., be heaven-sent
Switched like a stone-bitch, turned state's evidence, why?
Then they wonder why niggas 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 your safe count and take all the mail out
Whatever happens happens, whoever falls 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...
High speed
For all my niggas livin' in the rush
Slow it down just a notch baby
It's goin' be alright, it's goin' be alright
[Ad-libs: 2Pac & E.D.I Amin]
Life at high speed, life at high speed
Fuck the punishment, Thai weed
Buy me a gun, liquor and puffin' Thai weed
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
I live life high speed, slightly disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthafuckas even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly
Harm me, my army, niggas decease swiftly
Look at you now, why you wanna act out?
I pull the hammer back, strike wit' a cannon that'll blow yo muthafuckin' 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 turned snitch for the D.A., be heaven-sent
Switched like a stone-bitch, turned state's evidence, why?
Then they wonder why niggas 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 your safe count and take all the mail out
Whatever happens happens, whoever falls 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...
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