Three 6 Mafia
Now I’m High, Really High
[Hook: Gangsta Blac]
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
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, pace, penetrate
Face, ace, sake, place, base, damn, I think I'm crazed
Terrors the error, no errors within my terror
Are you scared of the 6-double-X-6
Demonically elegant elements?
A manic, depressive aggressiveness, stress me, bitch
And you will feel the strength of my weapons kit
Trickory, 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
[Hook: Gangsta Blac]
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout

[Verse 2: Koopsta Knicca]
Who's that bustin' up in my door?
Was way too slow, I hit the floor
They shot up all my n***as in the kitchen flippin' dominoes
Blood all on my leg, I wipe that shit up to my fuckin' head
Caught them trizzicks slippin'
Buck them busta bitches dead
Peace out to my n***as Tim and Killa, they're my roadies
My momma said it be days like this
But my daddy never told me
And that's why I'm a hard lead, twistin' on my dreads
I'm scared, a n***a dead, it's in my fuckin' head
Thinkin' I would hesitate and wait to buck yo' bitch ass down
Read up all my ideas, nig, 'cause I ain't no damn hologram
But I'm clickin' with that quickness
Like the sickness from that Triple 6
Drop you winnin' a splander cut you up like Jeffrey Dahmers bitch
Really I could care less 'bout a n***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
[Interlude: Koopsta Knicca]
Yeah, it's Koopsta Knicca in this mothafucka
I'd like to send this one out to
The mothafuckin' n***as I kick it with over there in
North Memphis, South Memphis
To all my mothafuckin' n***as I kick it with at Northside
The real mothafuckas

[Hook: Gangsta Blac]
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple six, smoked out