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