Redman Ft Method Man - How High lyrics

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Takin' it from the top? Tippy? Tippy?<br />

How high? The ultimate high<br />

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'Scuse me, as I kiss the sky<br />

Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye<br />

Who the fuck wanna die for their culture<br />

Stalk the dead body like a vulture<br />

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Tical get, blacker than your blackest stallion<br />

Hit your house'n projects, I represent the Shaolin my nigga<br />

Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow<br />

It be goin' down, diggy diggy down diggy down down<br />

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While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse<br />

When I raise my trigga finga all y'all niggaz hit the decks<br />

'Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcores<br />

Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs<br />

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The green-eyed bandit can't stand it<br />

With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch<br />

Plus, the Bombazee got me wild<br />

Fuckin' with us is a straight suicide<br />

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10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, Murder 1 lyric at your door<br />

Tical bring it to that ass raw, breakin' all the rules like glass jaws<br />

Nigga, you got to get mine to get yours<br />

Fucka, we don't need no rap tour<br />

I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rapture<br />

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More than you bargained for<br />

Tical, that stays open like an all nite store<br />

For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel<br />

Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill<br />

And end your existence, M E T, ain't no use for resistance, H O D<br />

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I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust<br />

The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad sluts<br />

I shift like a clutch with the Ruck<br />

Examine my nuts, I don't stop till I get enough<br />

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Your shit broke down, light your flare<br />

Since the dark side tears you into Hollywood squares<br />

6 million ways to die, so I chose<br />

Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed<br />

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The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the rap<br />

And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass<br />

And yo my man Tical hit me now<br />

Bitches use to play me now they cant forget me now<br />

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Forget me not, I rock the spot, check glock<br />

Empty off a lickin' off a hip hop<br />

Fuck the billboard, I'm a bullet on my block<br />

How you dope when you payed for your billboard spot?<br />

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Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane<br />

It's the funk doctor Spock smokin' buddha on a train<br />

How high? So high that I can kiss the sky<br />

How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick<br />

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Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane<br />

Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed<br />

How high? So High that I can kiss the sky<br />

How sick? So Sick that you can suck my dick<br />

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'Til my man Raider Ruckus come home<br />

It ain't really on till the Ruckus get, home<br />

Puff a methbone, now I'm off to the red zone<br />

We don't need your dirt weed we got a fuckin' own<br />

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Check it, I brings havoc with my hectic<br />

Bring the Pain lyrics screamin' for the antiseptic<br />

Movin' on your left kid, and I'm methted, out my fuckin' dome piece<br />

Plus I got no love for the beast, hailin' from the big East Coast<br />

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Where niggaz pack toast<br />

Home of the drug kingpins and cut throats<br />

(Hey boy, you's the rude boy on the block<br />

You try and stop the bum rush you will get popped)<br />

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As I run around with a racist<br />

My style was born in the 50 stair cases<br />

Dig it, eff a rap critic, he talk about it while I live it<br />

If Red got the blunt, I'm the second one to hit it<br />

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Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and glocks in ya<br />

Enter the centa, lyrics bang like ricochet<br />

Rabbit, I brings havoc with an AK- matic<br />

Rollin' blunts an all day habit<br />

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I get it on like Smif'n'Wes<br />

Punks take a sip and test, who split your vest<br />

The funk phenomenon, I'm bombin' you like Lebanon<br />

Blow canals of Panama, just off stamina<br />

Styles not to be fucked with, or played with<br />

Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those section A bitches<br />

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Hittin' switches, twistin' wigs with<br />

Fat radical mathematical type scriptures<br />

I dig up in your planets like Diga,<br />

Boo, scared you, blew you to smithe-reens<br />

Fuck the marines, I got machines<br />

To light the spliff, and read Mad magazine<br />

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I fly more heads than Continental<br />

Wreck ya 5 times like US AIR off an instrumental<br />

Look I'm not a half way crook with bad looks<br />

But I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks<br />

I breaks 'em up proppa, ask Biggie Smalls, “Who Shot Ya?”<br />

Funk doctor, with the 12 gauge Mossberg<br />

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Look, I got the tools like rickle, to make your mind tickle<br />

For the nine nickle<br />

(Yo Red, yo Red)<br />

Punk ass, pussy ass<br />

(You ain't gotta say no more man, that's it)<br />

Word up Tical, we out<br />

(It's over)