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 Im still standin Slightly scarred deep Questions for the lord, why he dont 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 its 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 #2pac
Posted on: Wed, 30 Jul 2014 10:19:23 +0000
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