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Correct Get High To This Lyrics
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(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 '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 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 be'cause 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 'cause 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 that's 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 you 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)]
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