A Different High

[Verse 1: ChrisCo] MC's shake when he steps in the session Anything other than rap is just his second selection You must respect his progression in this industry of flaws and lies Livin' for that motivation the applause provides I'm the shit, bitch, wash your panties Motherfucker, I got bars like a jar of Xannies Weed Swishers, three bitches and a case of drank We on that twenty pound re-up while you slang an eighth We don't need this space, slow weight Representin' from the South to the Great Lakes state Wе spit like that .50 Cal, you a fake tre-еight There's nothin' I won't take, I got an evil conscience You'll never top the shit we've done or what we will accomplish Early mornings, late nights, I never learned to play nice I just love to burn herb and take flights But this is ChrisCo, O. Trice, and Killa Kyleon They don't make a drug to simulate the type of high we on [Chorus: ChrisCo] I don't run, I don't fail, I don't hide Always keep the track armed then I aim with both eyes Get gone when you see a player Hit the L and take off like "See ya later" We on a different high Got no time to fuck around, I've been in and out of town Laid back but when it's time to lay it down Get gone when you see a player Hit the L and take off like "See ya later" We on a different high [Verse 2: Obie Trice] Yeah, Detroit native is back with some more flavor Commemorate the fact that he kept in y'all favor Never turned his back on rap than what he gave 'em First solo act with a plaque and y'all saved him Y'all made him, only reason that he pacin' Late in the studio just to get it in the A.M When ChrisCo say "Let's go" it's time to slay them Police issue pistols is what's blazin' We turn a song you sing to a murder scene Emergencies cut through your skinny jeans Obie's been many things, a bitch ain't one You know it turn a nigga's stomach with the shit it's become It could turn you to a hermit, hiatus is done Bottom's Up, we'll confirm it when the New Year come And like, you ain't gotta dig it, the true get it Been through the bullshit, cruise, I move like Mike Vick wit' it [Chorus: ChrisCo] I don't run, I don't fail, I don't hide Always keep the track armed then I aim with both eyes Get gone when you see a player Hit the L and take off like "See ya later" We on a different high Got no time to fuck around, I've been in and out of town Laid back but when it's time to lay it down Get gone when you see a player Hit the L and take off like "See ya later" We on a different high [Verse 3: Killa Kyleon] Yeah, hey, here's a feature for you niggas that leanin' much I pour the six in my twenty, that's a Serena cup Super thick, taste it, didn't drop it but I'm wasted No judge, no jury, just syrup by the cases White cups everywhere, Killa stay leanin' Pour the twelve at twelve noon, I call it daydreamin' Two bad bitches on my penis sharin' semen For the root of all evil, I'm exercising my demons Best rapper anywhere, the flow is so gifted When I finish, put a bow on that bitch, it's Christmas (Yeah) Candy red sleigh seats burn like a reindeer Red beam'll have your nose looking like a reindeer Ball, when you see me ball Good pussy, head, bust a nut, bitch jaw Y'all niggas has-beens, Killa got now Not next, no sex, you ain't fuckin' with me now, yeah [Chorus: ChrisCo] I don't run, I don't fail, I don't hide Always keep the track armed then I aim with both eyes Get gone when you see a player Hit the L and take off like "See ya later" We on a different high Got no time to fuck around, I've been in and out of town Laid back but when it's time to lay it down Get gone when you see a player Hit the L and take off like "See ya later" We on a different high