Three 6 Mafia - Now I'm High lyrics

[Hook: Gangsta Blac sample] Triple 6, Triple 6, Triple 6, smoked out Now I'm high, really high, mane I'm about the south [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] The Indo's creating illusions The substance infesting my brain cell is causing confusion I picture teflon in slow motion It's piercing through flesh and continues to cruising Wait - think straight, don't haste, paste penetrate Face ace sake place base, damn I think I'm crazed Terrors the error, no errors within my terror Are you scared of the 6, double S'six? Demonically elegant elements A manic depressive agressiveness, stress me b**h And you will feel the strength of my weapons kit Tric-kory, hic-kory, dickory dock, I smoke top notch bud crop Drop the D, the O, the P, the E, I need the B, the L, the U-N-T Because that green power flower got much love I tell you don't f** with the Triple 6 mane Cause you know that we on them d** Damn I'm going off with this blunt outer space rock Lord Infamous, I keep clouds of smoke flyin' out my mouth [Hook: Gangsta Blac sample] Triple 6, Triple 6, Triple 6, smoked out Now I'm high, really high, mane I'm about the south [Verse 2: Playa Fly] Now I'm sittin' at the crib with a blunt up in my f**in' hand Dreamin' of another funk, thinkin' of a master plan Take the (?) off in my hand, squeeze it quickly as Fly can Crazy as the Gangsta B. all Fly see is blood, man Now I'm forced to sweat the track Because I'm down to make some ends But Fly prefer the easy route by makin' bustas check it in Give me some, give me some, hand it here you selfish pig If your a** wasn't so greedy then you still would breath (?) Fly is headin' to the home, finished up my serve-on Cause Lil Fly just made a stang, I take you to your stash John Creepin' through the f**in' dark, rollin' deep with South Park Funked out, loced out, you know a Playa won't be barred When I'm 'bout my haul kin I'm evil as Fly (?) grin (?) down to make some ends, b**hes gotta check it in And for you jealous punk a** b**h all up on the Ibn nuts f** them folks, f** yo folks Cause Lil Fly just don't give a f** [Playa Fly talking] Yeah South Park in this b**h Lil Fly and Gangsta B. in the house for the '94, '95 hoe [Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca] Who's that busting up in my door Was way too slow, I hit the floor They shot up all my n***as in the kitchen flippin' Dominos Blood all on my leg, I wiped that sh** up to my f**ing head Caught them trizzicks slipping, buck them busta b**hes dead Peace out to my n***as Tim and k**a, they're my roadies My momma said there be days like this But my daddy never told me And that's why I'm a hard lead, twisting on my dreads I'm scared, a n***a dead, it's in my f**in' head Thinking I would hesitate and wait to buck you b**hes down Read up on my deeds nig, cause I ain't no damn hologram But I'm clicking with that quickness Like a sickness from the Triple 6 Drop you within a splendour Cut you up like Jeffrey Dahmer b**h Really I could care less 'bout a n***a tryin' to flex against The mothaf**in' Tech, you get some *shots* up in your neck And when see you the Koopsta Knicca, it's a f**ing redruM Run, run, run 'fore I leave ya damn body numb [Outro: Koopsta Knicca talking] Yeah it's Koopsta Knicca in this motherf**er I like to send this sh** out to my motherf**in' n***as I'm kickin' with over in that North Memphis, South Memphis And to all my motherf**in' I kick it with And North Side, the real motherf**ers