Hypnotize Camp Posse - 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 k**a a mothaf**a out here Just ta let a n***a now you ain't playin' with him And you ain't bullsh**tin' - yea that's some knowledge fa y'all Na'...we gon' get y'all inta this new artist His new a** - Lil' Wyte, this boy raw... [Hook 8x - [DJ Paul]) *plays in the background* Get high to this sh** - I'm high as a mothaf**a [DJ Paul] Alotta rappers rap gangsta sh** but they ain't did nothing DJ Paul - Lord Inf'...Crunchy Blac fa real bussen We done rolled down on n***as, we done let them gats burst We done seen n***as 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***as ready ta split the wig Of a fake solid n***a, 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**in' a** thin n***as halla friends, but they fake friends I'mma n***a halla "mothaf** friends" Tone up in my mothaf**in' right hand I'mma 'bouta go and f**in' rob a man Just so I can keep my f**in' family fed f** what'cha heard this is what I said Bust out some shots at ya f**in' head [La Chat] I'mma meet you pockin' b**hes, whoppin' n***as wit' my pistol In my yard they discovered, dead I'm out here out makin' missles This is war when you f**in' wit' LaChat - b**h 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**ed up Ho this ain't no game - that you playing you get bucked up I'ont give a f** who you is, who you in too You won't touch a b**h, ha who me b**h - but I'll k** you [Frayser Boy] A crooked as a barrell of snakes f** 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**in' around by now I'm fed up I see your face has a frown - gatta keep your head up Cuz when you f** 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** was all she wrote Y'kno these lyrics be burnin' - blisters deep in my throat This sh** be hotter than lava laying a hault in yo saga Adding some Pippen ta b**hes 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**in' posee song - Wheres Jerome? Instead of gettin' up out yo sh** - you stayed ya a** at home Potential lurking fa certain - I know you feel it hurt If they knew b**hin' came wit' ya - you coulda kept ya verse b**h doubt me now [Hook 8x - [DJ Paul])