Текст (слова) песни: Lil` Wyte f Hypnotize Camp Posse - 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 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])

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