[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, (?) 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]