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Higher (feat. Ludacris)

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Yeah, you know it's about to go down right?

Yeah

Gotta let them know who is this

Ludacris

And who else nigga?

Twista nigga

Check it outSometimes I think that I gotta see a little bit of brighter days

'Cause I confine myself to a city near you in a solid cage

An' you could look to the left or the right but

I'm trapped on center stage

An' I could rap to the beat

But I don't know how to change my ways

I still hear a fool and I track 'em, distract 'em, and whack 'em

Jack a nigga for the day to daysAn' I yak 'em, attack 'em, and sack 'em

Get a weapon and I crack his brain 'cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro

An' it wouldn't be right for me

To be around busters, and crawlers, and hoes

But I'm a pimp at night, so talk shit

And I'm a lift them up off of they toes

With a street sweeper regulating quarters, and Ki's, and O's

In a two-seater, Ludacris and Twista with bags of dro

Smokin', chokin', get them open, croakin'It's so potent, I'm hoping to keep on floating

I'm soaking wet and you can bet, people I'm high

I'm seeing lions, and tigers and bears, oh my

And I can't hide it or keep it hidden, good riddance I'm feelin' good

I'm weapon-concealin', stealin' my neighborhood

Would, could, and should break a nigga off

They'll see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls and

You caught the vapors

And I caught the throne, brain blown, honey I'm home

Give me the microphone, and fools is like, "Leave me alone"Throw it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk

If you want what I'm on, come on and kick it

Let's ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk

All the bad ass bitches that wanna party

Just shake it, great players get pumped

Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the party

Get money fuck hoes, get crunkLook out I put a little bit of hash

On some motherfuckin' purple haze

I feel it all over my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi

Got me up and then ripping shit in a rage

In the Netti confetti he by the belly, Gucci

Timberland stepping on the petal up in the Cadillac truck

Want to get me for the wood

Better get the whole motherfuckin' hood

To come and give you some back upWe can get into it and if you want to do it

I'm leakin' the fluids out of the bodies that want to come at this

If they got buckets of blood for fuckin' with thugs that I bury

My adversaries better not want none of Twis'

Represent for my city, anybody that different with me

Got to get him for thinkin' it's a game

And whether you from my city or not, talk shit

I'ma kill him especially if he say my nameI've been up on him, I handle my business

And I'm a stick him up for the scrilla

From K-Tilla, smoking on a fat piller

Murder haters that don't feel a

Niggaz claiming they want to bring it, but really don't be killers

Balling out so hard

The size of my rims grow to a hellafied sight-scene

When the dough become no bigger

I'm going to drop that 2003 on 19"Throw it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk

If you want what I'm on, come on and kick it

Let's ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk

All the bad ass bitches that wanna party

Just shake it, great players get pumped

Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the party

Get money fuck hoes, get crunkWe balling out of control, I floss on, play on, pimp on

A speed daemon, pedal to the metal when I'm in the zone

Hang on 'cause here I'm gone

In the motherfuckin' wind when I'm sippin' on Henn'

I got paper, you owe something

And now that I came a long way

From letting me hold somethin', to roll somethin'

Find a victim, then fill him up with venom and with some adrenaline

And then kill him and send him to the cemetery

With a flow for the whole world like a poet

[Incomprehensible]Shit, and when it come to shippin' good nigga

Who that? Who that?, I got the sack open

And the herb got the flow so strong

[Incomprehensible]

Never come up with it unwise, and he

Nigga you ain't untouchable now when I spark the heat

Comin' at you like sharks to meat

The blood is softly, I can tell when a mark is hard as we

Come fully loaded 'cause I'm hard to beat

Always screamin' where the drug and the dro at?

You know we love that cut up

In the back of the club with purple in the back cryin'

Twis' and Ludacris get fucked upThrow it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk

If you want what I'm on, come on and kick it

Let's ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk

All the bad ass bitches that wanna party

Just shake it, great players get pumped

Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the party

Get money fuck hoes, get crunkPass me the

Let me smoke my

Yeah

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Twista and Ludacris collabo, get it, get it, get it, yeah

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