Get High To This Lyrics - Lil Wyte

[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 

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[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 

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[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 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)]