Get High With Me

[Hook] To all my niggas that get high with me Are y'all really down to die with me? Catch a bullet if it fly for me? Walk by or drive by with me? [Verse 1: Soulja Slim] I got niggas that committed that'd die for me Catch a bullet if that motherfucker fly for me You see only real niggas ride with me in the back In the front sippin' on Coniac I'm blowin' big dubs Rest in peace to all the niggas that I ran wit' Feel like I'm the last man standing with my gun in hand Watching my back spooking like I'm on that coke again Knowing these niggas all in my face ain't my friends They backstabbers, money-grabbers Trying to get what I got They want my jingles and my pops I think not I'm getting shot behind mines I thought I told you I'mma trained for combat soldier You gone respect Magnolia Only aiming for the piece above your shoulder And knock it off with the quickness I'm all about my business Murda one, Murda two If I gotta kill a whole clique I'll kill them motherfuckers too Nigga who that be's in the darkness It be me Soulja Slim aiming at his target Blam-Blam Bodyslam go the victim Check em partner we killed him That's how I lick em' a shot [Hook] [Verse 2: Trenitty] Point ignorance, vigilance, it be's the prospect Trinity, cut-throater, Magnolia projects Flex, respects, that checks better recognize Don't come with that bullshit Trinity pull shit A hell upon us to smoke, get full shit Nigga let's do this For Soulja Slim G lock cock murder them Nigga put em' in the wind then I'mma hit your set and KaBoom it's sin then Nigga just sin then to the Pit of Less Prophet With hot shit we send them Gotta hit from hell, Thought I caught ya' Nigger Knockers finna chop us we bend them On the street that it's cut-throat Them niggas don't know that we lay Soulja Slim if you say so, rock-a-bye them bitches don't play ho [Hook] [Verse 3: Mystikal] Up, Up, Up come fly with me Puff, Puff, Puff come get high with me Buck, Buck put em' up this is a robbery Come on nigga get in, I'mma drive just ride with me But when the shit go down nigga you better be ready to die with me I see past around the corner come on follow me I'm drillin' and killin' these bitches until they get tired of me Old fake dick-in-the-booty-ass niggas don't bother me Bitch I'm bout' to retire like I hit the lottery The man wrote it down like that so that's how it's gotta be I see through you bitches like cheap tint don't lie to me All in my face showing ivory [Hook]