Higher

[Intro: Twista & Ludacris]

Yeah, you know it's about to go down right?

(Yeeah) Got to let them know who is this? (Ludacris)

And who else nigga? (Twista, wooo, ahhh)

Uh, uh (Check it out)

[Verse 1: Ludacris]

Sometimes I think that I got to see a little bit of brighter days

Cause I could find myself to a city near you in a solid cage

And you could look to the left or the right but I'm trapped on center stage

And I could rap to the beat, but I don't know how to change my ways

I still hear a fool and I track them, distract them, and whack them

Jack a nigga for the Damon Dames and I yak them, attack them, and sack them

Get a weapon and I crack his brain cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro

And 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

Smoking, choking, get them open, croaking

It's so potent - I'm hoping to keep on floating

I'm soaking wet and you can bet, people I'm high