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Get High To This

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Жанры : rap hip-hop dirty south southern rap gangsta rap

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[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])

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