Get High To This

Get High To This
[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 playin' with him
and you ain't bullshittin' - 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 makin' 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 mothafuckin' ass thin
niggaz halla friends, but they fake friends
i'ma nigga halla "mothafuck friends"
torn up in my mothafuckin' right hand
i'ma 'bouta go and fuckin' rob a man
just so i can keep my fuckin' family fed
fuck what'cha heard this is what i said
bust out some shots at ya fuckin' head
[lachat]
i'ma meet you pockin' bitches, whoppin' niggaz wit' my pistol
in my yard they discovered, dead i'm out here out makin' missles
this is war when you fuckin' wit' lachat - bitch y'aint know
get 'cho posee out becuz we comin' 20 deep hoe
didn't you need ta know that all that talk can get you fuc*** up
hoe this ain't no game - that you playing you get bucked up
i'ont give a f*** 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
inhalin' dro - so fine
y'kno we toppin' a poun'
and still we stompin' your smile
no need ta copy our styles
what chain't been popped in a while
[lil' wyte]
no more fuckin' around by now i'm fed up
i see your face has a frown - gatta keep your head up
cuz when you f*** 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 burnin' - 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 lackin' 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 luvin' that?+
this is my mothafuckin' posee song - wheres jerome?
instead of gettin' up out yo shit - you stayed ya ass at home
potential lurking fa certain - i know you feel it hurt
if they knew bitchin' came wit' ya - you coulda kept ya verse
bitch doubt me now
[chorus 8x - (dj paul)]