from midnight to high noon I don't waste ink, nigga I think I drop megaton bombs more faster than you blink 'Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed
getcha caught and leave ya shot and forgotten Remember back in the day, Lewsinger high Caught every park in the mornin, school was cool when ya high Knockin
night, this motherfucken trick Slide over so I can dip and put it in him Damn, I guess this motherfucker know that I sent it Hit the pedal now we high speeding
a growin night, this motherfucken trick Slide over so I can dip and put it in him Damn, I guess this motherfucker know that I sent it Hit the pedal now we high speeding
I'm doing life (Chorus) I wanna get high I got to get high If I don't get high Then I can't get by But we don't get high on Halloween Cause bad shits
Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin' team Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I
cock and spray We speeding on could spot a snake from a block away I told you a what the game need is a change of speed Visualize the realism I'm a
girl you lookin good in just a minute we'll be violating the speed limit i love your style boo so sexy and independent dey call me high roller, im jus
illusion Like a magician who draws a rabbit out a hat, son I'm drawin' more, like a 44-Magnum MC's please stop, look, and listen and try to imagine it's travellin' the speed
destroy the black man and take every square inch of land and kill the Wu Clan What the fuck? My four hundred horsepower truck High speed with the Ironman
hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high And you hit 'em
tomb, corner of the room, speed buggy get me out of here. Varoom-a-zoom-zoom, booties on a loom, riding on a 'shroom, through the temple of doom. Speed
loves Americans And we are armed to the teeth High on speed We??®e always on CHORUS: Everybody knows us we??®e the wonderful ones Making the scene
's wit. The grit the grind. My genetic code make-up. Murderer by design. On my calendar time when night meets day. I'm in a light grey bugatti like a high-speed
Doubt me, Humbolt County to Southern Cali, Pass the mic Johnny Richter bout to Rally, First time busted as a young rap fiend, Stealin' tapes from Music Plus was the place of the scene
I stay busy like a beaver on speed Breaking mother fucking z's like I'm chopping up trees Always VIP when I step on the scene And always last to leave
em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high And you hit 'em low, hit
need from the weed to the dope coke Crack to amphetamines to speed I flows like a ravine, deadly as a guillotine to leave a murderous scene, when the