Now I'm High, Really High

[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, pace, 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 kick

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]

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 2: 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 trizzicks slippin'

Buck them buster bitches dead

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

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 your bitch ass down

Read up all my ideas, nigg', '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' Tech

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]

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