Get High To This

(альбом: Doubt Me Now - 2003)

[Intro: DJ Paul]
yea-yea Chuch ya'khamsayn
Once again it's on baby, y'all know what time it is
I know it'sa shame ya'khamsayn,
You gatta actually killa a mothafucka out here
Just ta let a nigga now you ain't playing with him
And you ain't bullshitting yea that's some knowledge fa y'all
Na'...we gon' get y'all inta this new artist
His new ass Lil' Wyte, this boy raw...

[Chorus 8x (DJ Paul) plays in the background]
Get high to this shit I'm high as a mothafucka

[DJ Paul]
Alotta rappers rap gangsta shit but they ain't did nothing
DJ Paul Lord Inf'...Crunchy Blac fa real bussen
We done rolled down on niggaz, we done let them gats burst
We done seen niggaz blood leak clean through they shirt
I ain't lying too ya boys when I said that cha'll get did
Man I keep me some hungry niggaz ready ta spit the wig
Of a fake solid nigga, hoes lying in they wraps
Cuz they never shot guns and they never had ta scrap

[Juicy J]
He wore a vest so we shot him in the neck
Made his body cold left from red and wet
Body curved up like a cornrow
Police on the set, I'm a vet from the North North
Pack a rusty tec in the Lex' plus a sawed-off
Hard making money when you watching for the ro-bbe-rers
Narcotics and these hoodrats nut go-ba-lers
They'd take a shot at 'cha, put you in tha hospita'
Leave you left fa dead, and they tell ya I'ma halla at ya

[Crunchy Blac]
Here I go again, try'na keep my mothafucking ass thin
Niggaz halla friends, but they fake friends
I'ma nigga halla "mothafuck friends"
Torn up in my mothafucking right hand
I'ma 'bouta go and fucking rob a man
Just so I can keep my fucking family fed
Fuck what'cha heard this is what I said
Bust out some shots at ya fucking head

[LaChat]
I'ma meet you pocking bitches, whopping niggaz wit' my pistol
In my yard they discovered, dead I'm out here out making missles
This is war when you fucking wit' LaChat bitch y'aint know
Get 'cho posee out becuz we coming 20 deep hoe
Didn't you need ta know that all that talk can get you fucked up
Hoe this ain't no game that you playing you get bucked up
I'ont give a fuck who you is, who you in too
You wont touch a bitch, ha who me bitch but I'll kill you

[Frayser Boy]
A crooked as a barrell of snakes
Fuck with the real not fake
I represent the Bay so ain't no need ta hate
I'm counting tones and spray
I'll blow your crean away
This HCP don't play won't see anotha day
Y'kno we Hyp-notize, can see it in your eyes
This Frayser Boy no lie
Inhaling dro so fine
Y'kno we topping a poun'
And still we stomping your smile
No need ta copy our styles
What chain't been popped in a while

[Lil' Wyte]
No more fucking around by now I'm fed up
I see your face has a frown gatta keep your head up
Cuz when you fuck wit' this camp let's say you messed up
They told you in the beginning don't try ta test us
The day Lil' Wyte hooked up with the 6 the shit was all she wrote
Y'kno these lyrics be burning blisters deep in my throat
This shit be hotter than lava laying a hault in yo saga
Adding some Pippen ta bitches get at me weaker than water
This is the start of a problem thats lacking a solution
You graduated with honors ta sell out institution
And this for all the rappers that got kicked up out this camp
I stole your plate when back fa seconds +How U Luving That?+
This is my mothafucking posee song Wheres Jerome?
Instead of getting up out yo shit you stayed ya ass at home
Potential lurking fa certain I know you feel it hurt
If they knew bitching came wit' ya you coulda kept ya verse
Bitch doubt me now

[Chorus 8x (DJ Paul)]