High As Hell 1993

(Verse 1)
N***a fuck around and im aiming at your fucking head
Once again creeping out the grave with the living (Finish Him!)
Bustin shots all across your mother fucking area
Black magic coming through your door getting scarier
Now fuck all of that bullshit that these n***as keep on talking bout
Glock nineteen put it right up to your fucking mouth
You know i got phonk like I'm coming from the South
Smoking Blunts for the summer on your mother fucking couch


(Verse 2)
Now I'm high
Higher then a mother fucking ceiling fan
1993 action music do you understand?
Two pistols on me like a n***a bout to kill a man
Welcome to the team will i kill you or just shake you hand
Fucking with the dead evil spirits tryna get me
Fill the clip up to the tip for the bustas tryna stick me
It bе that nasty n***a so I'm ready for the ending
Put thе grip up to your dome and squeeze that shit until its empty