I rolled you up like my Cut you up, with my You get us yeah, the venom splitters Your style's trash, don't You got the the hard hitters No quitters soul quivers you see the gats blazin', get out the street now There no use for you beggin' to turn the heat down
You label me You wanna warm me up with hot the gat thudded You cut it You wack, but it's no use your shut it Shootin' arrows diamond-studded, and budded You got to it, you better chase the paper all day So you can walk down the long platinum But now the are minute made
get played for a minute Then out they never get back in it Gun I bring chalk for your body outlined on the floor You got hit by the 4-4
You're in the game called life, son how you're it Street corner growin' up blowin' up You chase you want the highlife, with the skylights But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the right Never turn back ever, on niggaz true to you alone for the cheddar and they'll be through with you The highlife yeah, the The yeah, the highlife
You gotta out with B. Reezy, and take it easy gettin' greasy, I had to learn how to beat me That's you go for dolo, and get your meal ticket And kick it hardcore I'm runnin' real with it getting soft core, the people want more Hardcore shit that's why I give them an opened, you see the people applaud feelin' it You can't out the formula so you're stealin' it
Can't stand unoriginal cats minimal Skills that's you fake bitches You're for riches, in the wrong places The faces of death look you in the eye cut off your When you fall your knees shatter The breakin' with your weak blatter Pissin' on yourself it don't weight, the bed waits for you on the set date
Dreams instead fate didn't hesitate To put you away, close the gates now locked out Your life cable, with all the porn channels out (Damn!) What you good for? Nothin', so be gone Have a nice trip see you
You're in the game called life, son how you're it Street corner kids growin' up up You chase you want the highlife, with the skylights But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine turn your back ever, on niggaz true to you Stand alone for the cheddar and they'll be through you The highlife yeah, the The yeah, the highlife
I for the highlife, get my mind right the fame, the game and the limelights Fools that be out tryin' to duplicate But they can't the aura, can't impersonate See the first things that comes to pass, is the Of the cypress hill weed funk up a path You can't help, but and get strong You need that good all up in your lungs
I live fast, and keep energy in Jah bless, so I feel I been But I know, these of he who You come strong and sound off like thunder I myself and make sure I'm comin' real tight Rhyme for my fam, the G's and the The highlife, hah hah The highlife,
You're in the game called life, son how livin' it Street corner kids growin' up up You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the But in the end your soul's lost, you the shine right Never turn your back ever, on niggaz to you Stand alone for the and they'll be through with you The hah, the highlife The highlife yeah, the