Get High to This lyrics

[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 mothaf*cka out here
Just ta let a n*gga now you ain't playin' with him
And you ain't bullsh*ttin' - 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...

[Hook 8x - [DJ Paul]) *plays in the background*
Get high to this sh*t - I'm high as a mothaf*cka

[DJ Paul]
Alotta rappers rap gangsta sh*t but they ain't did nothing
DJ Paul - Lord Inf'...Crunchy Blac fa real bussen
We done rolled down on n*ggas, we done let them gats burst
We done seen n*ggas 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 n*ggas ready ta split the wig
Of a fake solid n*gga, hoes lying in they raps
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 em' 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'mma halla at ya
[Crunchy Black]
Here I go again, try'na keep my mothaf*ckin' ass thin
n*ggas halla friends, but they fake friends
I'mma n*gga halla "mothaf*ck friends"
Tone up in my mothaf*ckin' right hand
I'mma 'bouta go and f*ckin' rob a man
Just so I can keep my f*ckin' family fed
f*ck what'cha heard this is what I said
Bust out some shots at ya f*ckin' head

[La Chat]
I'mma meet you pockin' b*tches, whoppin' n*ggas wit' my pistol
In my yard they discovered, dead I'm out here out makin' missles
This is war when you f*ckin' wit' LaChat - b*tch y'ain't know
Get 'cho posee out becuz we comin' 20 deep ho
Didn't you need ta know that all that talk can get you f*cked up
Ho this ain't no game - that you playing you get bucked up
I'ont give a f*ck who you is, who you in too
You won't touch a b*tch, ha who me b*tch - but I'll kill you

[Frayser Boy]
A crooked as a barrell of snakes
f*ck 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 clean 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 f*ckin' around by now I'm fed up
I see your face has a frown - gatta keep your head up
Cuz when you f*ck 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 sh*t was all she wrote
Y'kno these lyrics be burnin' - blisters deep in my throat
This sh*t be hotter than lava laying a hault in yo saga
Adding some Pippen ta b*tches 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 mothaf*ckin' posee song - Wheres Jerome?
Instead of gettin' up out yo sh*t - you stayed ya ass at home
Potential lurking fa certain - I know you feel it hurt
If they knew b*tchin' came wit' ya - you coulda kept ya verse
b*tch doubt me now

[Hook 8x - [DJ Paul])