Now I'm Hi Pt. 3

(album: Mystic Stylez - 1995)

Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about the south
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about the south
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about the south
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about the south
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about the south
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about the south
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about the south
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about the south

[Playa Fly:]
Fly so high in Funky Town, mega blunts I gotta smoke
Snowing, sneezing, coughing, chiefing, blowing heavy holy dope
Playa fucking blessed by that funk, crunk by onion weed
Don't you think you higher than Lil Fly till you snort that P
P-funk got me going, hoe I'm blowing on montana pack
Blunt just put me under but that snizow put me back on track
Bustas blinded by my smoke, how you like my smoking screen?
Playa got that evil grin and Tony got me looking mean
Fly got swishers full of bling, time to snort a white ho bitch
Next she tell me Fly don't need it but Fly say "Mane fuck that shit"
Suckers fear my atmosphere, ho you should have open your ear
Groupie bitches hypnotized by devil shit you hate to hear
Standing in the shower full of powder coca fucking cain
Hour by the hour ain't no coward cause I'm blowing mane
If you say I'm sprung, body numb, Triple 6 and Fly
Funky Town Fly bound and now I know you know I'm really high

Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about the south
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about the south
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about the south
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about the south
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about the south
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about the south
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about the south
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about the south

[Gangsta Boo:]
Smoked out, loced out killas ain't taking nothing from you niggas
So back the fuck up before Da Devil's Daughter click a
On you lemons just like a muthafucking trigger ho
Ho it's on this shit is on it's on now hit the fucking floor
Oh my god I hear some voices telling me to kill
Is it them Triple 6 niggas, mane, is that shit for real
Tha Jason mask on your ass, when I'm gonna blast
Your soul I'll take, the ground will shake as I begin to laugh
I light the candlesticks, a crucifix about to take place
The Devil's Daughter, Gangsta Boo is out to catch a case
Niggas be talking about the gangsta, hoe I must be on your mind
Stupid bitch I have to thank you with a loaded glizzock nine
You know I'm coming, don't go running to your fucking nigga
A trigger happy bitch the mind of a fucking killa
You think I'm shaking hell naw, bitch, you wanna test
My fucking pimping if you want to filla some hollow points up in your chest

Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about the south
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about the south
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about the south
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about the south
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about the south
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about the south
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about the south
Triple 6, triple, triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about the south

[Lord Infamous:]
Spooky midnight has fallen and now the moon is like lit up like much of the herb
The Indo is creating illusions, my thoughts are confusing, my vision is blurred
The aroma of the marijuana, the blackest of smoke changing into black clouds
Deep down in the dungeons my darkness of demonic secrets finally aroused
Your soul is horrified, flames falling from the sky
The Three 6 anti-christ, bloody seven seas
The blackness in my eyes, I hear an angel cry
Now I lay down to die, come and burn with me
In Scarecrow's past life I killed kings and I ruled by the spilling of blood, flesh and guts
Now I'm back and I'm more murderous and I'm known as that mad nigga Lord Infamous
The Scarecrow could never come deep wit' that flow if I wasn't so full of that dope – you know
Triple 6 blowing that weed and we keeping the seed and the stem
Roll a bag in a slim
When the lights are real dim then we grab the weed pipe and the bong and we take all that smoke to our lungs
A nigga got love for the bud and I'm smoking it up until I'm feeling numb
When I'm getting rushed by the shotgun and smoking like it until da break of dawn
Seriously circulating while I'm devastating the souls with my sinister wand