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Get High to This (feat. Juicy J, Three 6 Mafia & Frayser Boy)
Lil Wyte
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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 ***********a out here Just ta let a *********** now you ain't playin' with him And you ain't bull***********ttin' - 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 ***********t - I'm high as a ***********a[DJ Paul] Alotta rappers rap gangsta ***********t but they ain't did nothing DJ Paul - Lord Inf'... Crunchy Blac fa real bussen We done rolled down on ***********z, we done let them gats burst We done seen ***********z blood leak clean through they ***********rt I ain't lying too ya boys when I said that cha'll get did Man I keep me some hungry ***********z ready ta spit the wig Of a fake solid ***********, hoes lying in they wraps'cause 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 ***********' ass thin ***********z halla friends, but they fake friends I'ma *********** halla "*********** friends" Torn up in my ***********' right hand I'ma 'bouta go and ***********' rob a man Just so I can keep my ***********' family fed *********** what'cha heard this is what I saidBust out some shots at ya ***********' head[LaChat] I'ma meet you pockin' ***********, whoppin' ***********z wit' my pistol In my yard they discovered, dead I'm out here out makin' missles This is war when you ***********' wit' LaChat - *********** y'aint know Get 'cho posee out be'cause we comin' 20 deep hoe Didn't you need ta know that all that talk can get you ****** up Hoe this ain't no game - that you playing you get bucked up I'ont give a *********** who you is, who you in too You wont touch a ***********, ha who me *********** - but I'll kill you[Frayser Boy] A crooked as a barrell of snakes *********** 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 ***********' around by now I'm fed up I see your face has a frown - gatta keep your head up'cause when you *********** 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 ***********t was all she wrote Y'kno these lyrics be burnin' - blisters deep in my throat This ***********t be hotter than lava laying a hault in yo saga Adding some Pippen ta *********** 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 ***********' posee song - Wheres Jerome? Instead of gettin' up out yo ***********t - you stayed ya ass at home Potential lurking fa certain - I know you feel it hurt If they knew ***********in' came wit' ya - you coulda kept ya verse *********** doubt me now[Chorus 8x - (DJ Paul)]
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