"Need For Speed" lyrics
They can't challenge my intellect
The top of the watch is flooded with straight baguettes
My Rollie is more presidential than the candidates they elect
You industry niggas owe, but keep your money, pay respect
I'm 'bout to make a movie, go get your popcorn and Raisinets
Kill your favorite rapper, I stop his oxygen, break his neck
We can twist pinkies and touch thumbs, lets make a bet
So many magnums on me they think I'm practicin' safer sex
The black .44 Bulldog, yeah, that's my favorite pet
They say I'm goin' to hell, but is that a promise? Don't make a threat
We already in hell, somethin' like when you take a breath
The bullet go from my fingers, to the clip, to the chamber next
Fly through the barrel, rip through your jacket and cave your chest
Movin' like Bishop, not Pac in Juice, a game of chess
The way I keep my eyes on the prize, they'll think I hang with Cleff
Ain't have to teach my daughter to walk, that's why I say she blessed
I taught her how to stand up, she taught herself how to take a step
Broke the Guinness Book of World Records and we ain't break a sweat
Two hundred hungry artists on one record, [?] the best
If he rollin' Cee-Lo then I'ma drop when [?] expect
'Cause after back-to-back head cracks, you know the ace is next
The Bic cigarette lighter, burn your flag if you claim your set
Run across your throat with the razorblade, this ain't Gilette
Ain't have to teach my daughter to walk, that's why I say she blessed
I taught her how to stand up, she taught herself how to take a step
Slow down, son, you killin' 'em
Nah, I got the need for speed
Slow down, son, you killin' 'em
Nah, I got the need for speed
Slow down, son, you killin' 'em
Nah, I got the need for speed
Slow down, son, you killin' 'em
Nah, I got the need for speed
The top of the watch is flooded with straight baguettes
My Rollie is more presidential than the candidates they elect
You industry niggas owe, but keep your money, pay respect
I'm 'bout to make a movie, go get your popcorn and Raisinets
Kill your favorite rapper, I stop his oxygen, break his neck
We can twist pinkies and touch thumbs, lets make a bet
So many magnums on me they think I'm practicin' safer sex
The black .44 Bulldog, yeah, that's my favorite pet
They say I'm goin' to hell, but is that a promise? Don't make a threat
We already in hell, somethin' like when you take a breath
The bullet go from my fingers, to the clip, to the chamber next
Fly through the barrel, rip through your jacket and cave your chest
Movin' like Bishop, not Pac in Juice, a game of chess
The way I keep my eyes on the prize, they'll think I hang with Cleff
Ain't have to teach my daughter to walk, that's why I say she blessed
I taught her how to stand up, she taught herself how to take a step
Broke the Guinness Book of World Records and we ain't break a sweat
Two hundred hungry artists on one record, [?] the best
If he rollin' Cee-Lo then I'ma drop when [?] expect
'Cause after back-to-back head cracks, you know the ace is next
The Bic cigarette lighter, burn your flag if you claim your set
Run across your throat with the razorblade, this ain't Gilette
Ain't have to teach my daughter to walk, that's why I say she blessed
I taught her how to stand up, she taught herself how to take a step
Slow down, son, you killin' 'em
Nah, I got the need for speed
Slow down, son, you killin' 'em
Nah, I got the need for speed
Slow down, son, you killin' 'em
Nah, I got the need for speed
Slow down, son, you killin' 'em
Nah, I got the need for speed
