High Speed Lyrics - Singles - 2pac & Outlawz

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?