Now I’m High, Really HighThree 6 Mafia

[Hook: Gangsta Blac]
Triple six, triple six, triple six
Smoked out
Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six
Smoked out
Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six
Smoked out
Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six
Smoked out
Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six
Smoked out
Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six
Smoked out
Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six
Smoked out
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 paste penetrate
Face, ace sake place base, damn I think I'm crazed
Terrors the error, no errors within my terror
Are you scared of 6-double-X-6, demonically elegant elements?
A manic-depressive aggressiveness, stress me bitch
And you will feel the strength of my weapons kit
Tric-kory, 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 I'm high really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six
Smoked out
Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six
Smoked out
Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six
Smoked out
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 niggas in the kitchen flipping dominoes
Blood all on my leg, I wipe that shit up to my fucking head
Caught them trizzicks slipping, buck them busta bitches dead
Peace out to my niggas Tim and Killa, they're my brodies
My momma said everyday like this but my daddy never told me
And that's why I'm a hard lead, twisting on my dreads
I'm scared, a nigga dead, it's in my fuckin' head
Thinking I would hesitate and wait to buck yo' bitch-ass down
Read up on my ideas nigga cause I ain't no damn hologram
But I'm clicking whit that quickness like a sickness from that Triple 6
Drop you winning a splander cut you up like Jeffrey Dahmers bitch
Really I could care less 'bout a nigga 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 muthafucka
I'd like to send this one out to
The muthafuckin' niggas I kick it with over North Memphis, South Memphis
To all my muthafuckin' niggas I kick it with at Northside
The real muthafuckas

[Hook: Gangsta Blac]
Triple six, triple six, triple six
Smoked out
Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six
Smoked out
Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six
Smoked out
Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six
Smoked out
Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about to shout