You know what it is That extra high shit, you know Sometimes you just zone the f*ck out That's how it be Took a drink, lit a joint Hit too much wax, am I off point? in the six, knockin' Renee remix by the Lost Boyz You felt pain if you lost joy Can't please a wolf with a dog's toy You got beef, bring it to the source, boy When Achilles killed Hector, he lost Troy You're forewarned 'bout the four pound Catch a 'em in a four by four, give 'em four rounds That was five fours but it wasn't a dub I was out there for the money if it wasn't the love On-site every night, that's the life of a thug Ran up every day gettin' tight with the plug If we all livin' wrong, am I rightfully bugged? Get the lighter, I got fire, I'm about to get buzzed It's inhaled then it's held in If I ain't goin' to Heaven, I go to Hell Then think about the black cloud, wonderin' if I fell in Am I Heaven sent or Hell bent? I be outside on the South side Come through the North side in a boss ride Shout to the West and the East side We gon' get high and pray to God that the beast die Yeah, I'm always on some other shit, rubber grips Load up the fifth for another vic' On the float gettin' high to the roach clips Oh shit, telly port style when I smoke shit Yeah, I'm always on some other shit, rubber grips Load up the fifth for another vic' On the float gettin' high to the roach clips Oh shit, telly port style when I smoke shit Can't remember the beginnin' but you think of the end If I'm higher than the cloud, can I sleep on the wind? Can God cleanse my soul with the rain drops? I don't go to church, will it work, will the pain stop? Used to blow weed, get the money out the 'caine spot If you from the ghetto, you probably done heard a thang pop Seen it jump, it ain't stop, can't stop, won't stop That was three stops but we keep goin' I like to smoke, I pre-roll 'em The lab life, I keep flowin' Bruce P-Roy, I keep glowin' One mic check, four night checks Precise and hype if you don't know that I'm nice yet All black hoppin' out the white 'Vet I got the insight and my sight's set Yeah, I'm always on some other shit, rubber grips Load up the fifth for another vic' On the float gettin' high to the roach clips Oh shit, telly port style when I smoke shit