2Pac & Outlawz – High Speed

Talented American late rapper, Tupac Shakur join efforts with Outlawz to create this amazing song titled “High Speed”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 09 on his top charting album project called “Still I Rise” was officially released on 21 December 1999.

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LYRICS

[E.D.I. Amin:]

High speed

For all my niggas livin’ in the rush

Slow it down just a notch baby

It’s goin’ be alright, it’s goin’ be alright

 

[2Pac (E.D.I. Amin):]

Life at high speed, life at high speed

Fuck the punishment, Thai weed

(Buy me a gun), liquor and puffin’ Thai weed

 

[2Pac:]

I live life High Speed

Slightly disillusioned by weed

I breed thug muthafuckas even worse than me

When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly

Harm me, my army

Niggas decease swiftly

Look at you now, why you wanna act out?

I pull the hammer back

Strike wit’ a cannon that’ll blow yo muthafuckin’ back out

They blast but I’m still standin’

Slightly scarred

Deep questions for the lord “Why he don’t like me, god?”

So, though my life was hard with no remorse

I absorb all lessons, provide protection for the boss

Rollin’ in my double R, rugged and ruthless

Keep a vest through these hard times, knowin’ it’s useless

And my crew, we crooked, be mistaken for Jewels

We all about our cash, blast if you break the rules

Fools turned snitch for the D.A., be heaven-sent

Switched like a stone-bitch, turned state’s evidence, why?

Then they wonder why niggas 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 nigga fresh out the jailhouse

Open your safe count and take all the mail out

Whatever happens happens

Whoever falls dies

We fresh out of time, livin’ blind, so we all ride

In times like these, chronic or Thai weed

Puffin’ through this high speed

And people say…

 

[2Pac:]

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

 

[Yaki Kadafi:]

Verbal assassin, I hit the corner fast, blastin’

Hot plastic stretch your chest plate back like elastic

No need to push me to split ya

I love beef, like pussy and pistols

For all you pussies that’s softer than tissue

I ride by like the fall guy out the roof

Bustin’ at you wise guy, gettin’ high, sippin’ hundred proof (yeah)

Give me the joints low to verdict wit’ mine

Get that ass attacked, murdered, and robbed, blind from behind

Rapid shots pourin’

Catchin’ niggas while they snorin’

Kickin’ his door in

I’ll leave your whole fuckin’ family in mournin’

Bust me, you itchy-bitchy types can’t touch me

Frontin’ like you’re hard

I’ll play your fuckin’ yard like a trussel

 

[2Pac:]

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

[E.D.I. Amin:]

At times, I look through times wit’ so much anger

Wonderin’ why it keeps on passin’, pushin’ me into danger

No stranger to hard times or the good ones

At times I’m amazed

At what the motherfuckin’ hoods 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 and values and dust more

Niggas is dying tomorrow

We, bailing on borrowed times

Nigga the clocks tickin’

Approachin’ is the day you gonna need money or Glocks spittin’

Cops sittin’, politicians passin’ laws you ain’t know what

Soon that money gon’ be illegal when you die to

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

 

[2Pac:]

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

 

[2Pac:]

High speeds (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 niggas on the West Side and the East Side

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

Niggas 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, haha

(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 speeds

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!

 

[E.D.I. Amin:]

Learn about it

Pac you goin’ rap?