now Pre-Chorus: This is holy ground x4 Chorus: Get higher and higher and higher when my back?s against the wall your that hand that breaks my fall Climb higher and higher and higher
play I write rhymes with addition and algebra Mental geometry don't even come at me Talk'n that weak and popin' that bullshit Get out my face a fool could get
and a hurricane tongue How many licks does it take Till you get to the center of the? 'Cause I've got to know How many licks does it take Till you get
' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but we don't see nothin' And people if you feel me get this ho shit jumpin' (Get it jumpin
up one of them Po-Po's, the Bone, Bone won't let a me duck, Lil' B won't set up, wet up, get 'em on the get up, Bone won't let up (Chorus) [Busta Rhymes
some room still in the middle But when I lift my voice up now to reach them The range is too high, way up in Heaven And so I hold my tongue, forget
When a nigga like you get carried away without your lips And they wonderin why Swifty McVay be killin shit {AHH!} I drop you off and get lost, come back
been befo' We gon' hit the do' and then hit the flo' You'll get hit below I got somebody I want you to get to know, me A millionaire with extra paper
place in a rage girl Come on now, can your boy get at least a little page girl Come on now, let your back break I can't wait To see you in them high
to kick the bucket I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high Never would you ever get the
m so sick I can't sleep at night, might swallow my tongue Get all the gas deposits out the closet, let the water run Get the flame thrower, lighter fluid, paper
Hustle, my name I, I live and sleep on these streets 'Cause I have got to get mine, my fam, see, we gotta eat So when people ask me why, why don't ever
, I spend a day on the beats Then a day on the paper, then a date on the beach Then a night in the sheets with fine wizzes Dime wizzes who don't waste time they get
up, get broke off proper/ Your hatred is gasoline, my words are vitamin mena/ You need to shut your mouth and mind your manners/ Gettin' high since I
of the crack game That's why they money go quicker than a crack high My money stack high, how high? Shaq high Yao high, that's why, yours is Bow Wow high
'mon I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you I get my paper on my block, I get my paper
like Joe, you better go get GI All my guns knee high, M-O-N-E-Y That's what I rely on I'm gone He high, yep, I'm three high I'm just schooling these
Kid Back To The Board, An Extravagant Crib, I'm On The Toilet Watchin Martin Just Laughin & shyt Don't Know Why I Get High, But I Get High, I Get High
