Now I’m High, Really High

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[Chorus: Gangsta Blac] Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] The Indo's creating illusions The substance infesting, my brain cells is causing confusion I picture Teflon in slow motion It's piercing through flesh, and continues to cruising Wait, think straight, don't haste, pace, 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-X-6? Demonically elegant elements? A manic, depressive aggressiveness, stress me, bitch And you will feel the strength of my weapons kick Trickory, hickory, 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 fuck with the Triple 6, mane 'Cause you know that we on them drugs Damn, I'm going off with this blunt, outer space rock Lord Infamous, I keep clouds of smoke flyin' out my mouth [Chorus: Gangsta Blac] Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout [Verse 2: Koopsta Knicca] Who's that bustin' up in my door? Was way too slow, I hit the floor They shot up all my niggas in the kitchen flippin' dominoes Blood all on my leg, I wipe that shit up to my fuckin' head Caught them trizzicks slippin' Buck them buster bitches dead Peace out to my niggas Tim and Killa, they're my roadies My momma said, it be days like this But my daddy never told me And that's why I'm a hard lead, twistin' on my dreads I'm scared, a nigga dead, it's in my fuckin' head Thinkin' I would hesitate and wait to buck your bitch ass down Read up all my ideas, nigg', 'cause I ain't no damn hologram But I'm clickin' with that quickness Like the sickness from that triple 6 Drop you winnin' a splander cut you up like Jeffrey Dahmers bitch Really, I could care less 'bout a nigga tryin' to flex against The motherfuckin' Tech You get some *gunshot* up in your neck And when you see the Koopsta Knicca, it's a fuckin' redrum Run, run, run 'fore I leave ya damn body numb [Interlude: Koopsta Knicca] Yeah, it's Koopsta Knicca in this motherfucker I'd like to send this one out to The motherfuckin' niggas I kick it with over there in North Memphis, South Memphis To all my motherfuckin' niggas I kick it with at Northside The real motherfuckers [Chorus: Gangsta Blac] Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out