[Verse 1]

Speed of life, fast

It's like walking barefoot over broken glass

It's like jumping rope on a razor blade

All lightning quick, decisions are made

Lifestyle plush

Females rush

This high profile personality

Who earns his pay illegally

Professional liar

Schoolboys admire

Young girls desire

Very few live to retire

Cash flow extreme

Dress code supreme

Vocabulary obscene

Definition street player, you know who I mean, the high rollers

[Interlude]

Yeah, the high rollers

Street hustlers

Fast money, fast life

But you don't care

'Til you end up with a bullet in your head, boy

[Verse 2]

People of the city, stop fooling yourself

Crime rules the streets, who the hell else?

All the police have gone out to play

'Cause for enough cold cash they'll look the other way

Look at the cars as they roll by

Benzes, Ferraris, trucks up high

Beepers connecting players to big-time deals

With all of this technology who needs to steal?

Just live a life of leisure every night and day

And you're living proof that crime does pay

Your life is dangerous and reckless

You eat fly guys and girls for breakfast

You're a titan of the nuclear age

Your muscles flex with a Uzi or 12 gauge, and ya

Love the game, that's why ya boast 'cause ya

High priced, high speed, high post, high rollin'

[Interlude]

That's right, you're high rollin'

You think you got it goin on, right?

You got money, cars, jewelry

You think you got everything

Let me tell you, you ain't got nothin'

You ain't got nothin' but a one way ticket to death row

You gotta get outta the game, man

Or the game is gonna get you

[Verse 3]

Now when I say high rollers, I mean the best

Forget the half-steppers, eject the rest

'Cause these high ranked officials of our city streets

Make millions all triggered by electric beeps

They dress in diamonds and rope chains

They got the blood of Scarface runnin' through their veins

Silk shirts, leather suits

Hair always fresh, eel-skin boots

Large hearts, though the sizes vary

Bankrolls that take two pockets to carry

Cruising in their 500 Benz Sedan

With their systems peaked out rockin' Pusherman

Yes, their fashion's high, but hard to beat

They buy their Gucci at Gucci's, not the swap meet, eat

Very well, much clientele

Whatever you need, they probably sell, the high rollers

[Interlude]

Yeah, and let me break down for the ladies

All you girls out there that think you gon' get that quick money and ain't goin' to jail

You better think again

[Verse 4]

Oh yes, I'm here to tell you females also roll

Drive the same cars, sometimes wear more gold

Cold as an igloo or hot as a flame

They'll shake ya, break ya and you won't know their name

Gangsters to the max, all marks will be taxed

These girls drive Ferraris, not Cadillacs

Respect is demanded, most men don't understand it

'Til they peep the huge bank that these girls have landed, they're

Junkies for fun, love life on the run

If things get hot, they will pull a gun

Prey on the lame, no shame to the game

They all seek power, **** the fame, the high rollers

[Interlude]

Yeah, the high rollers

Street hustlers, the players

Out there gettin' that long money, you know what I'm sayin'?

But that fast money leads to a fast life and a quick death

This is my word, this is Ice-T

And I ain't got no reason to lie to you

[Verse 5]

Now radio stations probably won't play

This record because of the things I say

They'll say I'm glamorizing the hustling hood

And a record like this can do no good

But I'm not here to tell ya right or wrong

I don't know which side of the law you belong

Yes, the game has flash, but sometimes hurts

Behind any mistake, hard time lurks

And jail's not your only problem though it may seem

You just may die by a barrage from an M-16

But to each his own, choose your mobile phone

Choose a tailored suit, the luxury home

You'll never get caught 'cause you got nerves of ice

And you're much smarter than the crooks on Miami Vice

Right?

[Outro]

You wanna be a high roller

You wanna be a high roller

Yo, Ice, they just shot up some brothers over there on Crenshaw

Aw man, you know who they were?

Nah, they had bad cars, a whole bunch of gold and beepers on

You better watch your back if you wanna be a high roller