[Intro: DJ Rated, Buckshot & Beedie]
(Original Crooks, Original Headz)
Can't forget a fat shout-out, Upstate Boi (We smokin it; Doin' it like this)
Y'all already know (Yeah, yeah)
Can't forget Anwar, the whole Sweden (Yeah, Original Crookz)
Can't forget Richy Rich (Original Heads), OSB (Ill Spoken, man; Doin' it like this)
Ayo, big shout to Harley Hustle, man (How High, baby; What up?)
Let's wrap this shit up (The Mixtape)
Ben Bradley (Stupid motherfuckers; Shout-out to Buckshot Shorty)
Ayo
Let's take 'em back, let's go
[Verse 1: Beedie]
Yeah, let's get it on, like nine-six, switch it to everlong (To everlong)
It's been a long time, but shit, I'ma get along
See, some cats nice, but some'll just spit it wrong
You see me, in a minute I'm gone, what I'm on
You got sweet hips, bitch, yeah, I lust for that (Lust for that)
But the music do me right, she never fussin' back (Fussin' back)
The game loves me, I love it back
I gets down with the sound all day, makin' love to tracks (Love to tracks)
Girl, I ain't tryna turn you down like that (Like that)
I just wanna bring it, bring it round out back (Out back)
The soundtrack smack, feel the bass drum thumpin'
Bump into the grind, and I'll dump it
It's pumpin' through my veins, that's somethin'
Runnin' when it's Russian
I could work a job or make a hundred dollars hustlin'
That's the choice that I make in this life I live
I wanna ball, fuck a wife and kids, know what I'm sayin'?
[Chorus: Beedie & EZ Mac]
We got you open from the contact, back with a bomb track (Yo)
Shit that be blowin' y'all back (Duck down)
Duck down if you don't want it with me
You fuck around, then you done, tell the sucker MCs (Duck down)
Yeah, don't front, motherfucker, don't sleep
'Cause I'm probably gon' creep under covers (Duck down)
Yeah, they heard the rest but they ain't heard us (Yo)
They heard the track, askin' how we get away with murder (Listen, yo, yo)
[Verse 2: EZ Mac]
Mac doesn't play, that's what they ask me to say
'Cause I've been rappin' since way, way back in the day
Infant me that be spittin' in my mom's stomach
Ooh, I be rollin' up Dutches, gettin' blunted (That's what's up)
I was summoned to this Earth with some runnin' through my birth, shit
With dozens of blunts amongst a hundred different verses
Messin' with profession 'til I'm restin' in my casket (Yup)
Blessin' mics left and right, I'm rap's Shawn the Baptist (PotentProduct.com)
Gone from this hash, on some puff-and-puff-and-pass shit
Ayo, this blunt's cash, need to tell me where to ash this
Sweet, sweet memory, beat and the melody
Hip-hop is not defeatin' all my enemies
But, me and Beedie like Luigi and Mario
Growin' up, hip-hop bumpin' through the stereo
Look, what now? Haters need to duck down (Yup)
'Cause me and Beedie chillin', posted above the ground
[Chorus: Beedie]
We got you open from the contact, back with a bomb track
Shit that be blowin' y'all back (Duck down)
Duck down if you don't want it with me
You fuck around, then you done, tell the sucker MCs (Duck down)
Yeah, don't front, motherfucker, don't sleep
'Cause I'm probably gon' creep under covers (Duck down)
Yeah, they heard the rest but they ain't heard us
They heard the track, askin' how we get away with murder (Murder)
[Outro: Beedie]
But they ain't heard us
They heard the track, askin' how we get away with murder
Yeah, uh, haha
Yeah, man, DJ Diggz and Rated R
This is How High: The Mixtape, motherfuckers, you heard?
Beedie and EZ Mac, man, what you gon' do about it?
Yeah, what up, Fred Dog?
Peace to Big Will, Dollar Bill
Charlie Language, what up, man? Holdin' it down in Philly and shit
Shit, y'all don't know about the 'Burgh though, man
We comin' up, for real
Doin' what the fuck we do, you heard?
What up? Ayo
