Lyric Get High To This
(feat. Hypnotize Camp Posse)
[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 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
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 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 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)]
[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 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
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 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 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)]
