2Pac & Outlawz – High Speed Lyrics

High Speed

2Pac & Outlawz

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"High Speed." - 2Pac & Outlawz

Wednesday, 21 October 2026, 10:07 am

Album: Still I Rise

Track No: 09

High speed
For all my **** living in a rush
Slow it down just a notch, baby
It's gon' be alright, it's gon' be alright
Life in high speed
Fire chronic and Thai weed
I live like high speed, slightly disillusioned by weed
I breed thug motherfuckers even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly
Harm me, my army, **** deceased swiftly
Look at you now, why you want to act out?
I pull the hammer back
Strike with a cannon and blow your motherfucking back out
They blast, but I'm still standing
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
Rolling in my double, raw, rugged and ruthless
Keep a vest through these hard times, knowing it's useless
And my crew, we crooked could be mistaken for Jews
We all about our cash, blast if you break the rules
Fools turn snitch for the DA, be heaven sent
Switched like a stone bitch, turned state evidence, why?
Then they wonder why **** 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 **** 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
Living blind, so we all ride
In times like these, chronic or Thai weed
Puffing through this high speed
And people say
What you gonna do when you get out of jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next, food and sex?
House parties in the projects, we going all night
What you gonna do when you get out of jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next, food and sex?
House parties in the projects, we going all night
Verbal assassin, I hit the corner fast blasting
Hot plastic stretch your chest plate back like elastic
No need to push me to split you
I love beef like pussy and pistols
For all you pussies that softer than tissue
I ride by like the fall guy out the roof
Busting at you wise guy, getting high, sipping hunnid proof
You make joints, low to verdict with mine
Get that ass tapped, murdered and robbed, blind from behind
Rapid shots pouring, catching **** as they snoring
Kicking his door in
I'll leave your whole fucking family in mourning
Bust me, you itchy bitchy type can't touch me
Fronting like you're hard
I'll play your fucking yard like a trussel
What you gonna do when you get out of jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next, food and sex?
House parties in the projects, we going all night
What you gonna do when you get out of jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next, food and sex?
House parties in the projects, we going all night
At times, I look through time with so much anger
Wondering why it keeps on passing, pushing me to danger
No stranger to hard times or the good ones
At times, I'm amazed
At what the motherfucking hood's done
What we do to get paid
All day for the almighty dollar
Don't even bother to holler
We all destined to be swallowed
By the same thing we lust for
Threw away our morals and values and thought small
**** are dying tomorrow
We bailing on borrowed time, ****, the clock's ticking
Approaching is the day you gon' need one of your Glocks spitting
Cops sitting, politicians passing laws you ain't know of
Soon that money gon' be illegal when you die to keep your dough up
But I ain't gon' tell you, what? To stop chasing paper
Man, I'm just like y'all, I worry about that shit later
Put the metal to the pedal, slash off, ****, blaze
Let's get blowed out high speed
Till the end of my days
Now my people say
What you gonna do when you get out of jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next, food and sex?
House parties in the projects, we going all night
What you gonna do when you get out of jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next, food and sex?
House parties in the projects, we going all night
What you gonna do when you get out of jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next, food and sex?
House parties in the projects, we going all night
What you gonna do when you get out of jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next, food and sex?
House parties in the projects, we going all night
What you gonna do when you get out of jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next, food and sex?
House parties in the projects, we going all night
High speeds (We going all night)
Life of an Outlaw, ghetto stars, you know it (We going all night)
I'm gonna buy me a gun (Yes, we going all night)
What you gonna do when you get out of jail?
For my **** on the west side and the east side
And the north side and the south side
From Compton to Jersey
Getting it real hard
**** in Michigan
From Atlanta, Georgia to Utah
From St. Louis to Alabama
From Mississippi to Oakland
From San Fransisco to San Diego
Seattle to Florida
Maine to Boston
What you gonna do when you get out of jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
What you gonna do when you get out of jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
I'm gonna buy me a gun
What you gonna do when you get out of jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next, food and sex?
House parties in the projects, we going all night
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
And it don't stop, and it won't quit
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

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