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LIL WYTE lyrics : "Get High To This"

(feat. Hypnotize Camp Posse)

[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 motha$#[email protected] out here
Just ta let a ^!$$% now you ain't playin' with him
And you ain't bull%#@!tin' - yea that's some knowledge fa y'all

Na'...we gon' get y'all inta this new artist
His new $$# - Lil' Wyte, this boy raw...


[Chorus 8x - (DJ Paul) plays in the background]
Get high to this %#@! - I'm high as a motha$#[email protected]


[DJ Paul]
Alotta rappers rap gangsta %#@! but they ain't did nothing
DJ Paul - Lord Inf'...Crunchy Blac fa real bussen

We done rolled down on ^!$$%z, we done let them gats burst
We done seen ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%z ready ta spit the wig
Of a fake solid ^!$$%, 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 motha$#[email protected]' $$# thin
^!$$%z halla friends, but they fake friends

I'ma ^!$$% halla "motha$#[email protected] friends"
Torn up in my motha$#[email protected]' right hand
I'ma 'bouta go and $#[email protected]' rob a man

Just so I can keep my $#[email protected]' family fed
$#[email protected] what'cha heard this is what I said
Bust out some shots at ya $#[email protected]' head


[LaChat]
I'ma meet you pockin' (*##$es, whoppin' ^!$$%z wit' my pistol

In my yard they discovered, dead I'm out here out makin' missles
This is war when you $#[email protected]' wit' LaChat - (*##$ 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 $#[email protected] up
Hoe this ain't no game - that you playing you get bucked up
I'ont give a $#[email protected] who you is, who you in too

You wont touch a (*##$, ha who me (*##$ - but I'll kill you

[Frayser Boy]

A crooked as a barrell of snakes
$#[email protected] 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 $#[email protected]' around by now I'm fed up
I see your face has a frown - gatta keep your head up
Cuz when you $#[email protected] 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 %#@! was all she wrote
Y'kno these lyrics be burnin' - blisters deep in my throat
This %#@! be hotter than lava laying a hault in yo saga
Adding some Pippen ta (*##$es 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 motha$#[email protected]' posee song - Wheres Jerome?

Instead of gettin' up out yo %#@! - you stayed ya $$# at home
Potential lurking fa certain - I know you feel it hurt
If they knew (*##$in' came wit' ya - you coulda kept ya verse
(*##$ doubt me now


[Chorus 8x - (DJ Paul)]

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