Higher

Yeah, you know it's about to go down right? Yeah Gotta let them know who is this Ludacris And who else nigga? Twista nigga Check it out Sometimes I think that I gotta see a little bit of brighter days 'Cause I confine myself to a city near you in a solid cage An' you could look to the left or the right but I'm trapped on center stage An' I could rap to the beat But I don't know how to change my ways I still hear a fool and I track 'em, distract 'em, and whack 'em Jack a nigga for the day to days An' I yak 'em, attack 'em, and sack 'em Get a weapon and I crack his brain 'cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro An' it wouldn't be right for me To be around busters, and crawlers, and hoes But I'm a pimp at night, so talk shit And I'm a lift them up off of they toes With a street sweeper regulating quarters, and Ki's, and O's In a two-seater, Ludacris and Twista with bags of dro Smokin', chokin', get them open, croakin' It's so potent, I'm hoping to keep on floating I'm soaking wet and you can bet, people I'm high I'm seeing lions, and tigers and bears, oh my And I can't hide it or keep it hidden, good riddance I'm feelin' good I'm weapon-concealin', stealin' my neighborhood Would, could, and should break a nigga off They'll see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls and You caught the vapors And I caught the throne, brain blown, honey I'm home Give me the microphone, and fools is like, "Leave me alone" Throw it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk If you want what I'm on, come on and kick it Let's ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk All the bad a*s bitches that wanna party Just shake it, great players get pumped Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the party Get money f**k hoes, get crunk Look out I put a little bit of hash On some motherf**kin' purple haze I feel it all over my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi Got me up and then ripping shit in a rage In the Netti confetti he by the belly, Gucci Timberland stepping on the petal up in the Cadillac truck Want to get me for the wood Better get the whole motherf**kin' hood To come and give you some back up We can get into it and if you want to do it I'm leakin' the fluids out of the bodies that want to come at this If they got buckets of blood for f**kin' with thugs that I bury My adversaries better not want none of Twis' Represent for my city, anybody that different with me Got to get him for thinkin' it's a game And whether you from my city or not, talk shit I'ma kill him especially if he say my name I've been up on him, I handle my business And I'm a stick him up for the scrilla From K-Tilla, smoking on a fat piller Murder haters that don't feel a Niggaz claiming they want to bring it, but really don't be killers Balling out so hard The size of my rims grow to a hellafied sight-scene When the dough become no bigger I'm going to drop that 2003 on 19" Throw it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk If you want what I'm on, come on and kick it Let's ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk All the bad a*s bitches that wanna party Just shake it, great players get pumped Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the party Get money f**k hoes, get crunk We balling out of control, I floss on, play on, pimp on A speed daemon, pedal to the metal when I'm in the zone Hang on 'cause here I'm gone In the motherf**kin' wind when I'm sippin' on Henn' I got paper, you owe something And now that I came a long way From letting me hold somethin', to roll somethin' Find a victim, then fill him up with venom and with some adrenaline And then kill him and send him to the cemetery With a flow for the whole world like a poet [Incomprehensible] Shit, and when it come to shippin' good nigga Who that? Who that?, I got the sack open And the herb got the flow so strong [Incomprehensible] Never come up with it unwise, and he Nigga you ain't untouchable now when I spark the heat Comin' at you like sharks to meat The blood is softly, I can tell when a mark is hard as we Come fully loaded 'cause I'm hard to beat Always screamin' where the drug and the dro at? You know we love that cut up In the back of the club with purple in the back cryin' Twis' and Ludacris get f**ked up Throw it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk If you want what I'm on, come on and kick it Let's ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk All the bad a*s bitches that wanna party Just shake it, great players get pumped Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the party Get money f**k hoes, get crunk Pa*s me the Let me smoke my Yeah This a Wildstyle production Twista and Ludacris collabo, get it, get it, get it, yeah