Higher (Explicit Album Version) - Twista/Ludacris

Yeah you know it's about to go down right

Yeeah got to let them know who is this Ludacris

And who else n***a twista wooo ahhh

Uh uh check it out

Sometimes I think that

I got to see a little bit of brighter days

'Cause I could find myself to a city

Near you in a solid cage

And you could look to the left or the right

But I'm trapped on center stage

And I could rap to the beat

But I don't know how to change my ways

I still hear a fool and I track them

Distract them and whack them

Jack a n***a for the day to days and I yak them

Attack them and sack them

Get a weapon and I crack his brain

'Cause I'm a hustler baller pro

And it wouldn't be right for me

To be around busters and crawlers and hoes

But I'm a pimp at night so talk s**t

And I'm a lift them up off of they toes

With a street sweeper regulating quarters

And ki's and o's

In a two-seater Ludacris and Twista with bags of dro

Smoking choking get them open croaking

It's so potent I'm hoping to keep on floating

Soaking wet and you can bet people I'm high

I'm seeing lions and tigers and bears oh my

And I can't hide it or keep it hidden

Good riddance I'm felling good

I'm weapon-concealing stealing my neighborhood

Would could and should break a n***a off

They'll see you later go to the doctor

Hold my balls and cough

You caught the vapors and I caught the throne

Brain blown honey I'm home

Give me the microphone and fools is like

Leave me alone

Throw it up if you get high get blow get drunk

If you want what I'm on come on and kick it

Let's ride smoke dro beat the trunk

All the bad a*s b***hes that want to party

Just shake it great players get pumped

Me and my thugs and hustlers in the party

Get money f**k hoes get crunk

Look out I put a little bit of hash

On some motherf**king purple haze

I feel it all in my body adrenaline with the Bacaradi

Got me all filthy ripping s**t in a rage

In navy blue platinum he by the Belly Gucci

Timberland stepping on the petal up

In the Cadillac truck

Want to get me for the wood

Better get the whole motherf**king

Give you some back up

We can get into it and if you want to do it

Out of the bodies

That want to come at this

Empty out buckets of blood for f**king with thugs that'll bury

My adversaries better not want none of Twis'

Represent for my city anybody that different with me

Got to get him for thinking it's a game

And whether you from my city or not talk s**t

I'mma kill him especially if he say my name

I've been up on him I handle my business

And I'm a stick him up for the scrilla

From K-Tilla smoking on a fat piller

Murder haters that don't feel a

N***as claiming they want to bring it

But really don't be killers

Balling out so hard the size of my rims

Grow to a hellafied sight-scene

When the dough become no bigger

I'ma flip or drop that 2000 on yo 19

Throw it up if you get high get blow get drunk

If you want what I'm on come on and kick it

Let's ride smoke dro beat the trunk

All the bad a*s b***hes that want to party

Just shake it great players get pumped

Me and my thugs and hustlers in the party

Get money f**k hoes get crunk

When balling out of control I floss on flame on pimp on

A speed deamon pedal to the metal when I'm in the zone

Hang on 'cause here I'm gone

In the motherf**king wind when I'm sippin on Henn'

I got cake while you owe something

And I done came a long way from

Letting me hold something to roll something

Find a victim and fill him wit venom

And put some adrenaline in him kill him

And send him to the cemetery

With a flow full of horror like a poltergeist

He called to Christ when he saw how many men I buried

S**t and when it come to chiefing good

N***a who that do that I got the sack open

And the herb got the flow so strong

That I might crack the track go back to back smoking

Never coming up when the Mob's in need

N***a you ain't untouchable when I spark the heat

Coming at you like sharks to meat

'Til blood start to leak

I can tell when a mark's heart is weak

I'm hard to beat

Always screaming where the drink and the dro at

You know we love that cut up

In the back of the club with purple in the bag chronic

Twis' and Ludacris get f**ked up

Throw it up if you get high get blow get drunk

If you want what I'm on come on and kick it

Let's ride smoke dro beat the trunk

All the bad a*s b***hes that want to party

Just shake it great players get pumped

Me and my thugs and hustlers in the party

Get money f**k hoes get crunk

Pass me the

Let me smoke my

Yeeah this a Wildstyle production

Twista and Ludacris collabo get it get it

Get it uh yeeah