[B-Real]   I rolled you up like my Rizla   Cut you up, with my sisters   You wanna get us - yeah, the venom spitters   Your style's trash: don't litter   You got the jitters the hardhitters   No quitters your soul quivers   When you see the gats blazin, get out the street now   There ain't no use for you beggin to turn the heat down   You label me coldblooded   You wanna warm me up with hot lead the gat thudded   You can't cut it    You wack, but it's - no use your mouth shut it   Shootin arrows diamond-studded, and still budded   You got to love it, you better chase the paper all day    So you can walk down the long platinum hallway   But now the fools are minutemade;   they get played for a minute    then played out they never get back in it   Gun park I bring chalk for your body outlined on the floor   You got hit by the 4-4!      [Chorus: B-Real]      You're in the game called life, son - how you're livin it   Street corner kids growin up blowin up   You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights   But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right   Never turn your back ever, on niggaz true to you   Stand alone for the cheddar - and they'll be through with you   The highlife; yeah, the highlife   The highlife; yeah, the highlife      [B-Real]   You gotta hang out with B. Reezy, and take it easy   It's gettin greasy, I had to learn how to beat me   That's when you go for dolo, and get your meal ticket   And still kick it hardcore I'm runnin real with it   Niggaz getting softcore, the people want more   hardcore shit that's why I give them an encore   Curtains opened, you see the people applaud feelin it   You can't figure out the formula so you're stealin it    Can't stand unoriginal cats with minimal    skills that's criminal - you fake bitches!   You're lookin for riches, in the wrong places   The faces of death look you in the eye cut off your breath    When you fall feel your knees shatter   The bones breakin with your weak blatter   Pissin on yourself it don't matter   Dead weight, the bed waits for you on the set date   Dreams gone instead fate didn't hesitate   to put you away, close the gates now you're locked out   Your life: cable, with all the porn channels blocked out (damn!)   What you good for? Nothin, so be gone suckers   Have a nice trip see you motherfuckers!      [Chorus]      [Sen Dog]   I live for the highlife, get my mind right   Fuck the fame, the game and the limelights   Fools that be out there tryin to duplicate   But they can't match the aura, can't impersonate   See the first things that comes to pass, is the blast    of the Cypress Hill weed funk blazin up a path   You can't help, but inhale and get strong   You need that good shit all up in your lungs   I live fast, and keep energy in motion   Jah bless, so I feel I been chosen   But I know, This of he who conquers   You gotta come strong and sound off like thunder   I check myself and make sure I'm comin real tight   Rhyme for my fam, the G's and the highlife      [B-Real]   The highlife - hah, hah    The highlife yeah      [Chorus]