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 ***********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)]