Higher

<br>(Intro) <br>(Twista) Yeah, you know what`s about to go down right? <br>(Ludacris) Yeah! <br>(Twista) Gotta let `em know who is this... <br>(Ludacris) Ludacris! <br>(Twista) and who else nigga...? <br>(Ludacris) Twista... nigga, <br><br>(Twista) Uh, uh, <br><br>(Ludacris) <br>Sometimes I think that I gotta see a little bit of brighter days, <br>`Cuz I can fine myself to a city near you in a solid cage, <br>And you can look to tha left and tha right but I`m trapped on center stage, <br>And I can rap to tha` beat but I don`t know how to change my ways, <br>I still hear a fool and I`ll track `em, distract `em, and wack `em, <br>Jackin` a nigga for tha DAME OF DAMES and I`ll (yack?) `em, attack `em, and sack `em, <br>Get a weapon and I crack his brain `cuz I`m a hustler, baller, pro, <br>And it wouldn`t be right for me to be around busters and crawlers and hoes, <br>But I`m a pimp at night so talk shit and Im`a lift `em up off they toes, <br>Wit` a streetsweeper, regulatin` corners, and keys, and O`s, <br>In tha` two-seater, Ludacris and Twister with tha` bags of `dro, <br>Smokin`, chokin`, get em open, croakin` its so potent, I`m hopin` to keep on floatin`, <br>I`m soakin` wet and you can bet, people I`m high, <br>I`m seein` lions and tigers and bears... &quot;Oh my&quot;... <br>And I can`t hide it or keep it hidden, good riddance I`m feelin` good, <br>I`m weapon concealin stealin my neighbor... hood, <br>Would it, could it, should break a nigga off, <br>They`ll see you later, go to tha doctor, hold my balls and (cough, cough), <br>You caught tha` vapers and I caught tha` throne, brain blown, honey I`m home, <br>Give me tha` microphone and fool`s is like &quot;Leave me alone!&quot; <br><br>(Chorus: Twista) <br>Throw it up, if you get high, get blowed, get drunk, <br>If you want what I`m on, come on and kick it, let`s ride, smoke `dro, beat tha` trunk, <br>All tha bad ass bitches that wanna party just shake it while players get buck, <br>Me and my thugs and hustlers in tha party get money, fuck hoes, get crunk... <br><br>(Twista) <br>Look out I put a little bit of hash as the motherfuckin` purple haze, <br>I feel it all over my body, adrenaline wit` tha Bacardi, got me off fifty rippin` shit in a rage, <br>In a navy blue Pelle he `bout tha belly, Coogie Timbalands steppin` on the pedal up in the Llac truck, <br>Wanna get me for the wood, better get the whole motherfuckin` hood to come and give you some back up, <br>We can get into it if you wanna do it, I`m to get my fluid out at them bodies that wanna come at this, <br>Empty out, fuck wit` yo girl for fuckin` wit` thugs, that`ll bury opposites bet it won on the Twist, <br>Represent for my city anybody that differs wit` me got into thinkin` it`s a game, <br>And whether you from my city and &quot;I&quot;, talk shit I`ma kill `em, especially if he say my name, <br>I bend up on `em, I handle by business on `em and stick him up for tha skrilla, <br>From K-Tilla... Smokin` on a fat pilla... <br>Murder haters at no filla... Niggas came and they wanna bring up a real adobe killa, <br>Ballin` out so hard, tha size of my rims roll to a hella-fast ice scene... <br>When they don`t make `em no bigger, Im`a flip a drop Vet 2000 and 3 on nineteens... <br><br>(Chorus) <br><br>(Twista) <br>When ballin` outta control I floss on, flame on, pimp on... <br>A speed demon, pedal to tha metal when I`m in the zone, hang on, `cuz him gon`... <br>In the motherfuckin` wind while I`m sippin` on Hen, I got cake while you owe somethin`, <br>And I done came a long way from lettin` these hoes suck, I`m `bout to roll somethin`, <br>Found a victim I fill him wit` venom plus some adrenaline, kill `em and send him to the cemetary, <br>Wit` a flow full of horror like a poltergiest, he called to Christ, when he saw how many men I buried, <br>(Shit...) And when it come to cheefin` good, nigga who that? Do that, I got tha sack open, <br>And tha herb got the flow so strong that I might crack tha track, while back-to-back smokin`, <br>Never come up when the mobs elite, nigga you ain`t untouchable not when I spark the heat, <br>Comin` at you like sharks to meat, the blood start to leak, <br>I can tell when a mark`s heart is weak, come at me fully loaded `cuz I`m hard to beat, <br>Always screamin` where tha drink and tha `dro at, you know we love that cutta, <br>In the back of tha club wit` purple and the black chronic, Twist and Ludacris get fucked up... <br><br>(Chorus) <br><br>Pass me the ______ let me smoke my ______... <br><br>(Outro: Wildstyle) <br>Yeah, <br>This is a Wildstyle production... <br>Twist and Ludacris collabo... <br>Get it, get it, get it... <br>Uh... Yeah...