Now I’m Hi

[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 paste, 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 kit

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 & Juicy J]

Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out (Ehehehe)

Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout (Ehehehe)

Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out (Ehehehe)

Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout (Ehehehe)

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: Playa Fly]

Now I'm sittin' at the crib with a blunt up in my fuckin' hand

Dreamin' of another funk, thinkin' of a master plan

Take the Tec up in my hand, squeeze it quickly as Fly can

Crazy as the Gangsta B, all Fly see is blood, man

Now I'm forced to sweat the track

Because I'm down to make some ends

But Fly prefer the easy route by makin' bustas check it in

Give me some, give me some, hand it here you selfish pig

If your ass wasn't so greedy, then you still would breathe my nigga

Lil Fly is headin' to the home, finished up my serve on

Plus Lil- Fly just made a stang, I take you to your stash jone

Creepin' through the fuckin' dark, rollin' deep with South Park

Funked out, loced out, you know a player won't be bared

When I'm 'bout my hog-killin', I'm evil with Fly skin and grin

Lil' Ibn down to make some ends, bitches gotta check it in

And for you jealous punk ass bitch all up on the Ibn nuts

Fuck them folks, fuck yo' folks, 'cause Lil' Fly just don't give a fuck

[Interlude: Playa Fly]

Yeah, South Park in this bitch

Lil' Fly and Gangsta Wheez' in the house for the '94, '95, ho

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac & Juicy J]

Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out (Ehehehe)

Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout (Ehehehe)

Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out (Ehehehe)

Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout (Ehehehe)

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 3: 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 tr'izz'icks slippin'

Buck them busta bitches dead

Peace out to my niggas Tim and Killa, they're my brodies

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 yo' bitch ass down

Read up all my ideas, nig', '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' TEC

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 & Juicy J]

Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out (Ehehehe)

Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout (Ehehehe)

Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out (Ehehehe)

Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout (Ehehehe)

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