Victim of the night On the altar a virgin died High, high, high We're jumping up in the sky. High, high, high Getting high, getting high, getting high
let me get at these niggaz) Yeah! [Busta Rhymes] Now watch me back your shit up, I hope your people pull up And pick up and pack your shit up, homey,
Take them out that dank, that'll work Come ride with me, that'll work High-side with me, that'll work Get high with me, that'll work Smoke tai with me
cuts ugh streets real thug so recognize thug close yo' eyes thug you 'bout to die thug! Call the President I'm blowin' up ya residence spill acid on the
write get 25 to Life) [Wyclef:] Y'all need to (wake up everybody) [REPEAT] For all my people doin' time keep your head up Wyclef Jerry "Wonder" New
may get down with the crystal methamphetamine Niggas stay up early, I will strain my eyes on your high beams ????????? ??? I stay high as fuck Lord
these tracks we can't list em, ditch em. fuck em, reluctant to kick bullshit put the fold it like the narrows wearing sombrero chip up the weapons blowing up
out cold cuts UGH streets real thug so recognize thug close yo' eyes thug You 'bout to die thug Call the President I'm blowin' up ya residence Spill acid
i made ill mater of my family nigga you ain't shit, im the lyrical lord ask whats up nigga, two plus four cause when i catch you im gonna bust your dick roll up
.J. Paul] First I hit up Crunchy, and I get full of that Holy Smoke The Devil's already up in me killa so I (i feel a high notta go) ain't gotta go too
to stay up late, oh yeah Don't wanna see the sun 'cause it hurts their eyes Sleep the day away, come out at night Pick up strangers, gotta get laid Before
the steering wheel and pull into a 7-Eleven Met up with Billy, Danny, Rob and Evan from the fucking Bio Yo, we down for survival with acid rain drenched
the rest up When you finish clean the mess up, press up Metaphor acid burn yo chest up Who's the next up to be the fool to get the boxcutter X-er Throwin
better though somebody's not In their kitchens and ballrooms And boardrooms and chairs They'd have to pop up to the ceiling For someone to get high
me man, while we conquor this Earth Squeezing pennies out this thing called rap for what it's worth I'mma still get by The worst will bet ya, is this money or love Wild bout will get
to die, thug Call up the President, I'm blowin' up your residence Spills acid on the corpse to clear the evidence Protestors outside screamin', "Freak out, he ??? up
get at these niggaz) Yeah! [Busta Rhymes] Now watch me back your shit up, I hope your people pull up And pick up and pack your shit up, homey, it's time
nigga, come on Bust (Aiyo, Meth, let me get at these niggaz) Yeah! Now watch me back your shit up, I hope your people pull up And pick up and pack your shit up
