Lyrics

I speak for all my niggaz 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 Fuck the punishment, tie weed I gonna buy me a gun Fuck doin' time I live life high speed, sightly disillusioned by weed I breed thug muthafuckas even worse than me When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly on me My army, niggaz deceive swiftly Look at you, now, why you wanna hang out? I pull the hammer back Strike wit' a cannon and blow your muthafuckin' 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 it's without 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 heaven sent Switched like a stone bitch, turned straight severed then, why? Then they wonder why niggaz 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 nigga fresh out the jail house 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 speed 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 assassin, 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 ass attacked, murdered and robbed, blind from behind Grab your shots', callin', catchin' niggaz while they stormin' Kickin' his door in And get your whole fuckin' family a' mournin' Plus all you itchy bitchy types can't touch me Frontin' like your hard I'll play your fuckin' 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 with so much anger Wonderin' why it keeps on passin' bringin' me the danger No signal, hard time is a good one at times I'm amazed Now what the muthafuck 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 niggaz is dying tomorrow We, bet on all time, nigga, the clocks tickin' Approachin' is the day you only know your glocks spittin' Cops sittin', politicians passin' 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 y'all, I worry 'bout that shit later Put the metal to the pedal, slash up nigga, blaze Let's get blowed out high speed til the end of my days 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 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 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 High speed (We goin' all night) Life of an outlaw, ghetto stars (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 niggaz 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, niggaz in Michigan (M.O.B, nigga, 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 Mass (I'm gonna buy me a gun) Food and sex (Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?) And it don't stop and it won't quit (I'm gonna buy me a gun) And it don't stop and it won't quit And it don't stop and it won't quit (I'm gonna buy me a gun) Then what's next? Food and sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night, high speed And it don't stop and it won't quit (We goin' all night) And it don't stop and it won't quit (We goin' all night) And it don't stop and it won't quit (We goin' all night) And it don't stop and it won't quit (I'm gonna buy me a gun) And it don't stop and it won't quit (I'm gonna buy me a gun) And it don't stop and it won't quit And it don't stop and it won't quit Outlawz with that rough shit, baby Learn about it Pac, you goin' rap?
Writer(s): Steven J. C. Stanley, Yafeu Fula, Malcolm Greenidge, Tina Weymouth, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Christopher Frantz, Adrian Belew, Marvin Darrell Harper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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