Lil` Wyte Get High To This(feat Hypnotize Camp Posse Lyrics

Get High To This(feat Hypnotize Camp Posse 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 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

 

 [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

 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 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 becuz 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

 Cuz 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)]