Now I'm High, Really High

Triple six, triple six, triple six

Smoked out

Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about to shout

Triple six, triple six, triple six

Smoked out

Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about to shout

Triple six, triple six, triple six

Smoked out

Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about to shout

Triple six, triple six, triple six

Smoked out

Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about to shout

Triple six, triple six, triple six

Smoked out

Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about to shout

Triple six, triple six, triple six

Smoked out

Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about to shout

Triple six, triple six, triple six

Smoked out

Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about to shout

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 6-double-X-6, demonically elegant elements?

A manic-depressive aggressiveness, stress me bitch

And you will feel the strength of my weapons kit

Tric-kory, 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

Triple six, triple six, triple six

Smoked out

Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about to shout

Triple six, triple six, triple six

Smoked out

Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about to shout

Triple six, triple six, triple six

Smoked out

Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about to shout

Triple six, triple six, triple six

Smoked out

Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about to shout

Who's that bustin' up in my door?

Was way too slow, I hit the floor

They shot up all my **** in the kitchen flipping dominoes

Blood all on my leg, I wipe that shit up to my fucking head

Caught them trizzicks slipping, buck them busta bitches dead

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

My momma said everyday like this but my daddy never told me

And that's why I'm a hard lead, twisting on my dreads

I'm scared, a **** dead, it's in my fuckin' head

Thinking I would hesitate and wait to buck yo' bitch-ass down

Read up on my ideas **** cause I ain't no damn hologram

But I'm clicking whit that quickness like a sickness from that Triple 6

Drop you winning a splander cut you up like Jeffrey Dahmer's bitch

Really I could care less 'bout a **** tryin' to flex against

The mothafuckin' 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

Yeah it's Koopsta Knicca in this muthafucka

I'd like to send this one out to

The muthafuckin' **** I kick it with over North Memphis, South Memphis

To all my muthafuckin' **** I kick it with at Northside

The real muthafuckas

Triple six, triple six, triple six

Smoked out

Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about to shout

Triple six, triple six, triple six

Smoked out

Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about to shout