Speed of life,fast,it's like walkin' barefoot broken glass like,jumpin' rope on a razor blade All quick decisions are made plush,females rush This high personality,who earns his pay illegally liar,schoolboys admire Young girls desire,very few to retire Cash flow extreme,dress code supreme,vocabulary Definition-street player,you what I mean
The high
People of the city,stop foolin' Crime rules the streets,who the else All the police have gone out to Because for enough cash they'll look the other way look at the cars as they go by Benz,Ferraris,trucks up Beepers connecting to big-time deals With all of this technology who to steal live a life of leisure every night and day And you're livin' that crime does pay Your life is and reckless You eat fly and girls for breakfast You're a of the nuclear age muscles flex with a Uzi or 12 gauge And you the game,that's why you boast Because you're priced,high speed.high post
You're a high
The high
When I say high rollers,I mean the Forget the half-steppers,eject the Because these high ranked officials of our streets millions all triggered by electric beeps They dress in diamonds and chains They got the of SCARFACE runnin' through their veins Silk shirts,leather suits,hair always boots,large hearts,though their sizes vary Bankrolls that take 2 pockets to Cruisin' in 500 Benz Sedan With their systems peaked out rockin' MAM Yes,their high and hard to beat They buy their GUCCI GUCCI'S not the swapmeet Eat weel,much clientele And whatever you need,they probably
The high
Oh yes,I'm here to tell you females also Drive the cars,somethimes wear more gold as an igloo,or hot as a flame They'll shake ya,break ya and you won't their name Gangsters to the max,all will be taxed These girls FERRARIS not CADILLACS Respect is demanded,most men understand it Till they peep the bank that these girls have landed They're junkies for fun,love on the run And if things get hot,they will a gun Prey on the lame,no shame to the And they all seek POWER,fuck the
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Now radio probably won't play record because of the things I say They'll say I'm the hustlin' hood And a record this can do no good But I'm not here to tell ya right or I don't which side of the law you belong Yes,the has flash,but sometimes hurts Behind any mistake,hard times And jail's not your only problem,though it may You just may die by a barrage from an But to each his own,choose the phone The suit,the luxury home never get caught,'cause you got nerves of ice And you're smarter than those crooks on Miami Vice You wanta be a high
The rollers