Tellers, The - He Gets High lyrics

(feat. Twist, Wickett)

[Verse 1: Wickett]

A lot of niggaz got a bitch in their blood - but they claim to be hard

Till they get hit with a slug instead it - explains it all

While everyone in the hood used to - think you was hard

But it's hard to think with your - brain in the gar-bitch

I'm off the the chain when I - blast the mag

I put what's left of your frame in a - casket bag

I put what's left of your brain in a - plastic bag

And what ever parts remain - hell, the rats can have 'em

You catch hell in the Ammo City scum streets

They full of monkeys and money-hungry zombies

We don't spit regular shit on a crunk beat

It's boring watchin' bitches eat lunch meat

I'd rather see a big teeth get sunked, rippin' out chunks of meat till

there's a dundee

You don't want it with me, you wanna smoke bomb G

Jump head first off a building and hit the concrete

Now, can I get an Amen?... Amen

If you fuck around wit' me, we can get your face caved in

I'm the black Wes Crav', and my staff just crave

And the crack just blaze, when they act that brave, aah

Come, I'll let my bullets +Moby Dick+

Let me put 'em inside of you

Nuttin', bustin' the blood (spish) inside of you

I'm really dishin', put them bullets inside of you

Is what I would do, if I was you

I really wouldn't fuck wit' me

Playin' me like a bitch, your shit'll get dirty

If I up the thang-thangs, finna get ugly

Shit hit the fan mayne, shit get bloody

And when it go down - of course you're scared

Your brothers they want some - the more the merrier

If they run up, it's just to go to the - morgue

And step into my world - at the mortuary

[Verse 2: Big Pimp]

I leave your block wit' your head wide open

OUT THE WINDOW, with my AK smokin'

Bro' close your do', expose ya to the hocus pocus

And you motherfuckers know its bogus

(And you know it's bogus... that's how it is, that's how it has to be)

And I'mma stop all you motherfuckers from laughin' at me

When I bust all the glass in your classic Caprice

Instead of blastin' me, where was you? Runnin' your lyrical catastrophe

I hit the block with the glock, 'cause that's how it has to be

You ridin' partial, blow your brains in the passenger seat

You got that program and schedule, shit fucker, pass it to me

It's a tragedy, how I run up in the church where your pastor be

Or I'mma have to see, how you layin' right beside him in your casket bleedin'

Tell them sucker emcees we havin' mass this evening

[Verse 3: Wickett & Twist]

Baptized in the blood of Tupac and Jesus

Hollows from my glock and your glock releasin'

Niggaz from my block and your block deceasin'

Can't stop and won't stop because we still breathin'

Cock back and pop, niggaz drop, it's so easy

Run up and burn up a nigga house when he sleepin'

Cut up and turned out that he's alive when he screamin'

Run up in your house and snatch both of your neices

SAWED-OFF PUMP, PUSH ALL OF YOUR TEETH IN

One nigga jump, BITCH ALL US BEEFIN'

One of y'all jump, BITCH ALL Y'ALL BLEEVIN'(all y'all bleevin')

Never knew the real reason what I'm shootin' for

Get off your knees, why you prayin' to God?...

It's too late to repent, you better off prayin' to Lucifer

What I'mma use you for, ten G's I'll do you for

Another five I'll do your gul, I'll lose your gul

I ain't killin' y'all by myself

I'm like O.J. - it's two of us(Get it..two of us)

I won't hesitate to numb you bruh, won't hesitate to burn you bruh

I got a message... when you get to hell..

Ask that bitch nigga what he kill my uncle for

[Verse 4: Mr. G-stacka]

I come through strapped with two tec-9's

I wish a motherfucker try to come and test mine

I put this gat so close to your back spine

When I clap iron, bitch your back flyin'

I'm kinda gettin' tired of sellin' crack dimes

Or sittin' up in my house tryin' to sack pine

Or runnin' through my hood from the one-time

Who sometimes, supply the dime, for me to grind

I just wanna know, do you "Feel Me Ni"?

Cock that thang, throw it in the sky

I'mma let this bitch loose if you niggaz try

Tell them hoe-ass-niggaz I ain't scared to die

I ain't scared to ride, I ain't scared to taunt

My semi-automatic leavin' niggaz burnt

A couple motherfuckers got hit with the gun

The other motherfuckers wake up from the oak tree hung

Bitch, I'm dirty slum, so I ride 'round with a rusty pump

I keep it kinda close, fuck in the trunk

When the war pop off I'm the first to dump

Throw them bows in your chest like Olajuwon

Ain't no stoppin' when we ridin' - comin' at you chump

I'm the reason for the bleedin' - why you actin' dumb

Cause my hollows have you hollerin' at the top of your lungs - you filthy scum

[Pause: Mr. G-stacka continues]

My 'K'll heat-seek and knock a nigga off his feet

And leave him face down on this hot concrete, if this bitch want beef

Then me and my niggaz creepin' knockin' off his whole street - good grief

You get the picture?... Now motherfucker get your issue

Cause soon as I get you, I'm usin' my pistol, to carve and split you

And scare up your tissue, you bitch you

[Verse 5: Lil' Twist]

Jackin' other niggaz for dollars, that's my motto

Eliminatin' pussy niggaz with pistol poppin' hollows

To say I would never - fuck your bandana, here the block go

From bustin' concussions with simple motherfuckin' pot holes

On the offense, a pussy eater want get to even know what I hit like

In the mist of the trigger clickin', niggaz bitchin' for dear life

Be prepared for war cause I'm tellin', gunnin' you all

Carry my coat with clip, that's what the clip said and blew you roof off

ROOF OFF, shit was haul by U-Haul

You jump, and hit the trunk up with the pump and I do y'all

You fuckin' faggots can't hack it, ass backwards like RuPaul

Remember my nigga, you tremblin' get your chest blew off

These rules and regulations, to you, they do apply

So cuz is poppin', your other option is to die

You couldn't resist, and get blitzed at the drop of a dime

But I came for the cheese, so motherfucker why try

Niggaz I never heard of, get murdered

I'll pull your skirt up and show the world that you're pussy

And just show what this uzi - a' do

You motherfuckers ain't gon' believe that I'mma gut ya

Blow your bones out the structure, gonna show ya that I can touch ya - FUCK YA

Gunnin' y'all, then I hit 'em hard

Split 'em apart when I let it off, but you'll be better off

With flesh floatin', open, in a ocean

Holes poked in your throat and still smokin'

H-V nigga, Riverside - I get you motherfuckers hog tied, if niggaz try

I give a FUCK - what your men do, what you been through

why you went to the pen dude, or who you kin to

Simple, I'm a fool black, shoot back where your kids go to school at

It's hard to react when the Mac go click-clack

Four shots in your skull, and your bitch back - get that?