Get High With Me - Dj Dow Jones, DJ EF Cuttin, Soulja Slim

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?

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

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'

Nigga 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

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