2Pac - Still Rise

Kastro High Speed For all my niggaz living in a rush Slow it down just a notch baby It's gone be alright, it's gone be alright 2Pac I live life High Speed slightly disallusioned by weed I breed thug muthafuckas even worst than me When I bleed my enemies best to flee quickly Harm me? my army niggaz decease swiftly Look at you now why you wanna act out I'll pull the hammer back strapped with a cannon that'll blow yo muthafuckin' 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-R rugged and ruthless Keep a vest through these hard times, knowing it's useless And my crew we crooked be mistaken for jewels We all about our cash, blast if you brake the rules Fools turn snitch for the D-A, be heaven sent Switch like a stoned bitch turns state evidence Why? then they wonder why niggaz die Put yo family in danger just to get high Now what the hell can we get from jail Mo' tricks for the crime trade this is hell Bail out a thug nigga fresh out the jail house Open a safe count and take all the mail out Whatever happens-happens, whoever fall die We fresh out of time, living blind so we all ride In times like these chronic or ty-weed, bustin thru this High Speed People say... Whatcha gonna do when you get out of jail? I'm gonna buy me a gunnnnn Then what's next? Food and sex, house parties in the projects We going all night Whatcha gonna do when you get out of jail? I'm gonna buy me a gunnnnn Then what's next? Food and sex, house parties in the projects We going all night Kadafi Verbal assassin', I hit the corner fast blastin Hot plastic stretch ya chest plate back like elastic No need to push me to slipt ya I love beef like pussy and pistols For all you pussies that's softer then tissue I ride by like the Fall Guy out the roof Bustin at you wise gettin' high sippin 100-proof Yeah, you make joints know the verdict with mines Get that ass tapped murdered and robbed blind from behind Rapid shots pouring, catching niggaz while they snooring Kicking his door in, I'll leave yo whole fuckin' family in mourning Bust me, the itchy bitchy types can't touch me Frontin' like ya hard, I'll play ya fuckin' yard like a trust 2Pac Whatcha gonna do when you get out of jail? I'm gonna buy me a gunnnnn Then what's next? Food and sex, house parties in the projects We going all night Whatcha gonna do when you get out of jail? I'm gonna buy me a gunnnnn Then what's next? Food and sex, house parties in the projects We going all night E.D.I At times at look thru time with so much anger Wondering why it keeps on passing, pushing me to danger No stranger to hard times, and the good ones At times I'm amazed at what the muthafuckin hood done What we do to get paid all that for the mighty dollar Don't even bother to holla, we all destined to be swallowed By the same thing we lust for Threw away our morals and values and thust more Niggaz is dyin' tomorrow, we bailin on borrowed time Niggaz the clocks ticking Approaching is the day you gone need one of yo glocks spittin' Cops hittin', politicians passing laws you ain't know of Soon that money gone be illegal when you die to keep yo dough up But I ain't gone tell you what, just stop chasin' paper Man I'm just like y'all I'll worry about that shit later Put the metal to the petal smash on, nigga blaze Let's get blowed out, High Speed until the end of my days Whatcha gonna do when you get out of jail? I'm gonna buy me a gunnnnn Then what's nex