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