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we’re swerve till we crash came a long way from doing high speeds now I’m out of traffic with lil chops and blast took a flew flights to meet with some

to a nexus
And when we exit
You're gonna love your complexion
As you take that last gulp
This leap will be astral
Mediate and just relax
The feeling is natural

Time to Build

Mic Geronimo

The Natural

1995

room to breathe 
Surrounded by murderous felons  drinks and bags of weed 
I swing at ya and get fly with the M-I 
I'm automatic trample in your static

Get High to This

Lil Wyte

Doubt Me Now

2003

gon' get y'all inta this new artist
His new ass - Lil' Wyte, this boy raw...

[Chorus 8x - (DJ Paul) plays in the background]
Get high to this shit -

mastered
Took me up the ladder
Got me center stage spazzing
Causing natural disaster
I know
It's do or die
That's why
I live for the high
I know
It's do

nothing
If it ain’t nothing then it gotta be something
Ima go in for a minute hold my cup hold my blunt
She a natural high I could feel it by the touch

ounce with him
G's up, hoes down, I got Santa Claus high as shit 

Chorus:
Sitting by the tree sipping Egg-Nog.
Waiting on Christmas gifts....Egg-Nog.

Like wide open, all my niggas gettin' high smokin'
If you hatin' eat a dick with your eyes open
Montana, Oscar Rob nigga
That's like 2.5 in that garage

I'm still in the hood
Mixin' codeine and caffeine, makin' mud
I just popped me a perc
Damn I'm high as fuck
Ooh, she wet, dive in it, I'm swimmin'

Beat Up

Lil Rob, Bandit, Proper Dos, True Breed, Low Profile Gangsters

Low Profile Gangsters: Keepin' It Gangsta

2001

the streets so, who you telling
After your death maybe your shit will start selling

[Lil' Rob]
Hey homeboy why you want to start shit, I'll shoot up your

Beat Up

Low Profile Gangsters

Keepin' It Gangsta

2001

the streets so, who you telling
After your death maybe your shit will start selling

[Lil' Rob]
Hey homeboy why you want to start shit, I'll shoot up your

a fee
If your riding with me then its gon' free
Take you on a natural high you don't need to pop e
I could take you to the sky girl
Just tell me that you

wishing I get robbed
But I'm strapped with the squad yea
All praise to Allah
Bond money in the stash
If lil bruh nem catch a charge
You gone see the streets

a baboon (baboon)
You nigga's drawn like cartoons (cartoons)
All my nigga's with me are real goons (wooh)
They be tryin' to rob anything that moves
Bad lil

Feel like Tay-K, left the bitch, lil' bitch, I been did the race
Fifty-five years for some shit, 40 at his face
Takin' pics, wanted poster, hard flicks,

game, I'm like Oscar Rob'
Slide down, tap the trigger once, it's like fah-fah-fah
Lil' brodie glued his nuts on, he want a mobster job
(Yum) that's

accounts and some bankers
Get high, get fly, til you get it, gettin' by
Don't switch get krunk get drunk get rich

From the bottom to the top now it's

start shit
Hop Ina whip press the button and start it 
2300 right by the apartments bad bitches
we got plenty of options, try to rob again he get what we

a sprite
Yea, I'm so high
That I might scream at the mic
Like Jesus C*****
Lil' geek
You can get beat 
Wit' a pipe
That DMT got me believin'
That my life is

Von, Von, Von (that hard, BMC)

Young nigga, twenty-six, never had a job (huh?)
They never gave a nigga shit, so I had to rob
I was walkin'

supplied you in weeks
Fuck yo plug come shop with me
Got for the cheap and we got for the high
You tryna get high or you tryna get by
You need it I got it

stop cause my time is on go
Lil cuz that’s my blood but he rep GD Folks
Down wit the 40 was cracked like a yolk
Learned the whole game taught my brothers

on the prize
Falling in love gonna be my demise
Roll up man I'm finna get high
Pour up swear I'm feeling alive
Hit the club throw them one in the sky
All this

keep it quiet
I got plenty bread to get
So i keep switching up my ride
Im so high i can fly a paper plane right
She like Jackie Chan she get drunk