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"Here I am.."
"Here I am.." "Here I am.." "Oooh, yeah, here I am.." "Come and get me!" {*echoes*} [Twista] On a rainy day die early morn', my lethal legacy was born I see any rapper around, 'bout the fuckin mics I left torn But they won't give me all my peeps, and there's only one shot to get G's Get love for my MC's at home, but some of them still hate on me Look how many years I done repped, hustled through the streets in the cold It's fire but our first rap as ever, signed the contract a decade ago Put Chi name on records in the East, put Chi name on records in the West Put Chi name on records in the South, bitch how you gon' open your mouth? To the motherfuckin industry, why you hate on me and my city? Would it be an imbalance of power if y'all let Chi niggaz get cheese? Or is it us holdin us back? Think hard when you rollin your sack Whatever the case my Chi nigga, if it's in my means I got yo' back What the fuck's really goin on, does the magazine know we on? Don't he already know we established myself as Twista Corleone? Well I'm holdin my city down, ain't goin nowhere, here I stand You know where I am if you hate me {"Come and get me!"} If you want me {"Come and get me!"} Here I am [Chorus] "Here I am.." "Oooh, yeah, here I am.." "Oooh, yeah, here I am.." "Oooh, yeah, here I am.." "Come and get me! Come and get me!" [Twista] What did I do to deserve, all of this madness around me Found me in the studio buryin myself and was smokin herb Tried to kick me to the curb To the back to the ditch to the dump to the shack but I sprint in the front in the 'Llac with a fifth and a blunt in the back with a bitch and a pump And I'm ready to bust at you hoes, ready to dump lames in ditches Steady makin fakers bleed, L.B. family handle business Comin into Twista's realm, journey with me through the pain The hurt just might make you envision drama that could turn you insane How much of my chaos bring tears, how many threaten my career? How many threatenin to murder me but bitch you know where I live Who the fuck do you think I is? Y'all ain't comin at wit no shotties Why you think you can hurt like these years, yo all of my peeps can you sawed Think you finna bring out my fears? Tell me why my success make you cry And why my downfalls make you laugh, but I bet my hydro got you high Never let hate back me down, stand forth like a man If you want me {"Come and get me!"} Wanna kill me? {"Come and get me!"} Here I am [Chorus] [Twista] We got Geo like Neo, of course we as sourcy as Morpheus or we as sick as some Marcus Aurelius alias atheist Look it's niggaz who flow be the achiest, I'm just a alias Now why hate me is maybe is cause I'm controllin this radius or this world and this whole universe, don't believe let me spit you a verse Just when you thought you was worse I come wit worse that'll make you disperse My allies know I'm too cold, my enemies know I spit thangs My Lords know I bust that thang, my gangstas know how we still reign My mobsta family steady ride, L.B. family steady click While us and other crews collide, choose your weapon take a pick Load up, click-clack, it's on ?finna bust, get back, run home Come at me jokers get whacked with a strap to the back of the dome Industry niggaz get gone, heard y'all be stickin Big Worm I show you some shit that'll blow you now slow you down like you siz-urp The Chi-Town's sacrificial lamb, well here I stand firm if you hate me {"Come and get me!"} If you want me {"Come and get me!"} Here I am [Chorus] |
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[Intro: Twista]
Here I am motherfuckers, thought I was gone, huh? Y'all just gonna take my shit and run wit it, huh? Oh I gotta getcha, I gotta getcha my adrenaline still pumpin' Kamikaze style, I feel like, I feel like, I FEEL LIKE [Verse 1: Twista] Standing in the midst of a hundred thousand haters Dynamite and C-4 strapped around the waist bloody tears in my eyes Hit the switch making sure any motherfucker in the vicinity blow away and die Kill'em off with an explosion get up bitches Kamikaze on you hoes I'm the sacrificial lamb Feelin the fury flow out of every follicle in my body While you decompose die with a blunt of dro in yo hand I'm uppin the itchy for fuckin wit Twista If you fuckin wit me come back for you Cause it won't be an issue Got some nuts to come get me Then boy you gon get the picture for flamin my swisher Then hollows penetrate through your tissue Fuckin' fed up wit your blood As I hear the cries of yo homies screamin revenge got no mercy on them either Go to war wit the intentions to annialate everything you stand for Wit the death of myself cause I'm a believer The blessings of sacrifice the messenger who cometh after the Christ Next one to glisten after ice Fuckin wit me is a bigger gamble then a pack of dice I'll murder you and come at you again in the after life My brother you can't bring harm wit guns I'm armed wit bombs fuck all that shit you carry I got your obituary A motherfuckin phenomenon-cause I'm ah come Til they put all of us in a cemetery [Chorus: 2X] Now come and look into the mind of a man you don't really wanna fuck wit (Kill'em All, Kill'em All, Kill'em All) Looking death between the eyes and no one can save us Suicide on you hoes if I have to, to make you die bitch (Kill Us All, Kill Us All, Kill Us All) Looking death between the eyes and no one can save us [Verse 2: Twista] Go to war like I'm untouchable Yellin' out bloody murder while I'm bustin you (bustin you) 2 deadly fingers squeezing twin triggers steady touchin you Screamin' like a demon like I'm finger fuckin you (fuckin you) Just put my body in a room wit the enemy and I got a grenade I'mma pull the pin out the sum bitch Pop 17 sins out the gun clip Smoking dro so fire I was on 10 after 1 bligg Nigga you have now entered the chainsaw massacre Takin more blood than a 2000 dracula Slip the clip in the automatic and get to bustin Horrific hollows while you prayin' to Jesus of Nazarus A 7 day theory like makaveli flowin on a track that's scary Wit a Mack in the back of the pelle Spectacular how could you dare me I'm already willing to die I'm comin back after they bury me Its time for your confessions I be the priest Celebrate and salute the sign of a suicidal soldier Better become a bible holder As I start to massacre men with a verbal recital that's colder Deaths coming closer As you let kamikaze enter yo body Careful or you die standing vertical And anyone that opposes I swear to God I'mma get you Even if I gotta murder me to murder you [Chorus: 2X] Now come and look into the mind of a man you don't really wanna fuck wit (Kill'em All, Kill'em All, Kill'em All) Looking death between the eyes and no one can save us Suicide on you hoes if I have to, to make you die bitch (Kill Us All, Kill Us All, Kill Us All) Looking death between the eyes and no one can save us |
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[Intro: Bishop Don Magic Juan]
Yeah.. no introduction is really needed But it's, the Bishop Don Magic Juan Chairman of the Board, of famous playas everywhere! PLAYAS, PLAYAS, PLAYAS! Representin, green is for the money Gold is for the honey, ain't it man? [Interlude] Pimp pimp onnnn, pimp-pimp onnnn Pimp onnnn, pimp pimp on! Then get your pimp on [Verse One: Twista] Peep how the Twist' puttin down the luchie while smokin a lot of dro Whatchu know 'bout checkin yo' paper for a down-ass bottom hoe Or snatchin yo' new fur model mink with the hood off the hanger 24-karat rings standin a half a foot off the finger Custom seats are amazin tellin nobody could touch that bitch Shoes my Maurie, piss by the month, he cut shock shit Anything from my hoes when I ask, I get it In the Cadillac I kick it, since y'all I wanted to be like macks and Bishop Type wanna get up in the club, drinkin Cris'sy from a gold cup Flossin my club, peepin persons yellin out "Chuuuch!" Finna attract to trick politicians I'ma maintain pimpin You can't change pimpin, from the Stone Age to the "Space Age" pimpin From Southern mackin in Memphis to the playa mo' when you shoot to Chi In the black diamond with fuchsia dye pullin out hoes like Supafly All I gotta do is spit fo' lines Now she got me chameleon gators with colors that flip fo' times Now get yo'. [Chorus] Pimp pimp onnnn (pimp on) Pimp-pimp onnnn (pimp on) Pimp onnnn (pimp on) pimp pimp on! Then get your pimp on Pimp pimp onnnn (and if you want it the 'Llac with three hoes in the back) Pimp-pimp onnnn (feelin like a mack while you checkin yo' scratch) Pimp onnnn (then you gettin yo' pimp on) pimp pimp on! Then get your pimp on [Verse Two: 8 Ball] Uhh.. yeah.. yeah, yeah It's the fat, mack - EightBall to most of y'all You a hoe need a pimp, I'm the one you supposed to call Shit talker, somebody's daughter she my street walker She call me daddy, she a hoe so that's what I call her Or big toed, hard-head ass hoe The rougher I treat her she love a nigga even mo' Brush my hair, manicure and do my toes Knock bitches from them niggaz who act like hoes I'm mink draggin out my 2? Paddywagon Sittin on 2-3's, diamonds on 24 karats Ball not a bitch ass, and I don't make deals Peel a meal from a pussy, know how that feels? High heels and furs, Lexus his and hers Hpnotic, ex' and sex mixed with the words Pull up, and let the window down, here she come the American way, I was taught how to. [Chorus] [Verse Three: Too $hort] Playa getcha pimpin on Gotta getcha game together man, all your women gone To start all over, ain't nothin to a mack Just put 'em to work, and watch yo' money stack That's fo'sho' doe, everyday a G a mo' Asked your little sister, "Girl, why you wanna be a hoe?" She got turned out, like Red Riding Hood goin to Grandma's house, now she lookin real good while the Big Bad Wolf tryna eat her out Pay up, the cash is what we be about Squares, we don't care if you don't understand Players break out the game power, you don't wanna go there Say it in your prayers you wanna be like me You down on your knees but it's not likely to ever happen, so I just keep rappin This real mackin, this ain't actin [Chorus] [Outro: Bishop Don Magic Juan] Yeah, Bishop Don Magic Juan Ain't no shame, in my game Good game, is happenin everyhere {*Interlude plays in background*} Playas in Los Angeles, Detroit, Miami New York, Chi-Town, WORLD-WIDE! CHUUUCH IS HERE! |
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[Luther Vandross]
Are you gonna be Say that you′re gonna be [Jamie Foxx] Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh... [Jamie Foxx - Chorus] She said she wants some Marvin Gaye, some Luther Vandross, a little Anita, will definitely set this party off right (Are u gonna be, are u gonna be, are u gonna be, are you gonna be are you gonna be, well well well well well) She said she want some Ready for the World, some New Edition, some Minnie Ripperton, and definitely set this party off right (Are u gonna be, are u gonna be, are u gonna be, are you gonna be are you gonna be, well well well well well) [Kanye West] I told her to drive over in your new whip Bring some friends you cool with Imma bring da cool whip Then I want you to strip See you is my new chick So we get our grind on She be grabbin, callin me Biggie like Shine home Man I swear% |
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Overnight Celebrity
(*talking*) Oh you didn't think we can it again Twista, Kanye West, from Po Pimping to Poppin Tags From Chunkiest to Slow Jamz, oh baby We can even make you a overnight celebrity Know what I'm saying, come on [Hook] Why don't we, play something these hoes'd like Drive whips, I know they like Twista, you told her right (I could make you a celebrity overnight) Give you ice, like Kobe right We sorta like Goldie right The way, we mode em right (I could make you a celebrity overnight) [Twista] Girl I see you, in them apple bottom jeans Chinchilla on your back, I wanna know your name Girl I'm Twista, I could blow your brains Put you in a chameleon, 0-4 Range Still sexy, when you smoke that flame Jerk you like a chicken, when you throw that thang She got me hotter than a oven, the way that she talk Switching to freaky, so I'm loving the way that she walk You looking good girl, you oughta be in pictures Listen to me, I see your career going sky high Taking you home to the crib, in the Chi And everytime I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by Watching you should be a thrill, got the fellas Hustling trying to get, steady screaming my-my-my-my Walk on the carpet, with the bells that flick in the dark Kicking it on the couch, at 106 & Park I can see your beauty, on the big screen I can see me freaking you, with whip cream I can see you on stage, at the awards With a dress better than Jennifer's, and doing big things Kick it with me, I can mold your life You looking good girl, show you right Dre told me, you the prototype I can make you a celebrity overnight [Hook - 2x] [Twista] You want fame, you can take that path Candlelights, when you take a bath You got, such a sensational ass I'ma get you Jimmy Chew, and Ma Baker bags I can cop her, a 2000 and 3 Make her smile, when she sees Spre's I can get you on cd's, and DVD's Take you to BB's, and PCBG I can get you in the places, to be into The people to know or show you things, sticker than to I wanna be your lover, undercover Don And protect you from others, don't ever let a brother pimp you If you want the style, you can rich your blood Y'all take a look at her, she got such an astonishing body I can see you in some Gucci, or Erika Vali And I bet she gon put a hurt on em, hard in the party And you know you kill em in the club, we go You was born to be a po', how you gon sticking fo' do's And I love you, cause you freaky with the dope clothes Drop it to the flo', let it go when you roll slow And I love it, when I hit it from the back And you get on top of me, and have a brother going oh-oh Girl I love, how you roll me right I can make you, a celebrity overnight [Hook] (*talking*) You see, see baby girl You see how you make a brother break down I just gotta ask you, what you need What you need from me, oh you wanna be a star Are you messing with the right one I can take you there, I can make sure You've got all the finest things Let me be your manager [Twista] Come here girl, I could see you bored Took you to the queen, that I see you for Take you shopping on sprees, in stores I'ma get you, to the MTV awards We about, to do a show tonight You looking good girl, show you right Take you places, I know you like I could make you a celebrity overnight Come here girl, you could hang if you bored We could do, plenty things plus more I'm about to have you, change in the stores I can even get you, to the Soul Train awards We about, to do a show tonight You looking good girl, show you right Take you places, I know you like I could make you a celebrity overnight |
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[Intro: Girl]
This goes out to all sides worldwide Let that playa ass nigga Twista be yo guide, as we go on a ride Hood to hood, chrome, leather, and wood And it feels so good.. [Twista] One mornin' I.. Woke up next to a peanut butter and a caramel chick Feelin fucked up, flicked out, freaked on Thinkin' about my new truck with tha' deep dish Meanin' deep chrome, deep chrome, in the deep dome After a massage and a m閚age, we got in the shower Let water trickle down the crack of the back of they booty Got out the tub and went back to the master bedroom One put on prada, one put on Ludi, I put on gucci Duty calls, I'm bout to hit the scene and ball But before I leave I spray on some Issey Miyake Take my truck up to the wash, put the sparkle back on Wax on, wax off like Mr. Miyagi Go to the liquor store so I can get blunts, get Yak So I can sip some while I split one Chronicle enter ever pholical of my body Calmin' down every molecule, makin' sure I don't trip none Hit one.. Hop in tha' ride, come and kick it wit me So I can take you through tha' so-and-so hundred block And show you how my people be kickin' it in the windy city I wanna show you where I hang out at, where we make our scratch While we sit on leather grippin' wood Where tha' hustla's got packs and the G's got stacks And tha' pimps got lacks, rollin' through the hood And it feels so good.. [Chorus: Jazze Pha] And it feels so good Turnin' corners with my pinky man Through my hood Chokin' on a B and switchin' lanes is understood (understood...) I'm a baller livin' pimpish Man, leather and wood Said it feels so good (feels so good...) [Twista] Now I done seen plenty niggaz flip twenty's, flip twenty one's Flip twenty two's, flip Jordans, flip two-fours Mega ballin', new clothes Momma got a new store, tv screens, hundred-forty spokes And we fittina' roll, right off madison to the manor in a drop-top Lexus Sippin' henny rollin' reckless Feelin' so motherfuckin' good I could roll my vehicle to Texas And spit it like, this is for the syrup sipper's.. Gotta slow it down so you feel it, plus it make the words figure And spit some screwed shit and do shit so that you understand When it come to spittin' rapid-fire lyric adrenaline then I be the motherfuckin' man.. Get the love, when I hit the club gotta freak in It's the weekend and the DJ bumpin' "Tattoo" Track move like some southern, black blues, or like the Cooper, got cruise And they got shoes it's packet-proof instead I be the hottest rap.. Dude...Ride to this while you peel, yo, hood You could go around the block or travel the whole world When you come back it's still yo hood And it feels so good.. [Chorus] [Twista] I spit some game wit the intellect To the media, like I'm in the Encyclopedia Brittanica Come and take over the world wit' me girl If you good I might can see if I can be yo manager Get yo career on track and yo life on point And I'll show you how yo taxes go.. Tactics flow quicker than a hat-trick go, smokin on some fire, galactic dro I know it's good when you smoke that fire Puff that herb, get that dirt, hit that lick Cop yourself a motherfuckin' Bentley car Cop yourself a motherfuckin' Bentley crib Pop that ass, throw that dick, twork that thing, bust that nut Drop that top, turn the base up, put you a chameleon paint on the truck Get iced up, bumpin' Twista grooves as I cruise new shoes rollin' smooth up in K-Town In my city come and feel it ghetto blues if you snooze you lose don't pay dues for the tre-pound Take the time to kick wit' yo home girls... And feel yo nugz.. Keep on hatin' on the L, big family we gon' steady come up And I'ma still smoke good, and it feels so good.. [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Outro] Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some.. Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some.. Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some.. Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some.. |
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[Verse 1: Twista]
I know you heard the terms chicks are like cars Well I treat bitches like drinks When I step in the club and by out the bar So let me quench my thirst with you and a friend Instead of the juice & gin Why don't I pour out the drink and you hop in Glass full of ass for a true motherfucker With that that turquoise Coogi on You remind me of a blue motherfucker Your friend was sexy when I seen her in Prada But I think Gina was hotter Cause her skin tone was like a piña colada I saw two Japanese chicks that got bodies So I ordered them a mai tai and hot sake, then I got cocky And asked them do they come to this club a lot Well ya got a brotha hot Hop in my bubble drop Can I get a double shot? Or get wit these two mamacita's one wit the karma of margarita The other one like two shots of tequila And they all fine I really don't know what to think As I get bubbly and choose and try to figure out [Chorus: Highbeam] What's my favorite Drink? Girl can I sip on you Sip on you [4x] What's my favorite drink? [Verse 2: Twista] Don't want the middle Cosmopolitan ass I like the one that makes your face drop like a Neopolitan mast No telling what these thick bitches would do Reminiscent of a big old pitcher of brew But hit ya like a slow screw Dip in a strip a club in LA with a bankroll Where the weather ain't cold So I can see some hoes slide down a poll I met two dancers named Moet and Cristal I was checkin they style We had a session It was wet it was wild Then I dug these two twins thick wit Hennessey one was Remi Red With skinny legs Both of them game to give me head With a little bit absolute vodka for they homie Tasha Tell her to come closer So y'all three can give me a Sammy Sosa If I was mayor I would campaign ass Drunk politician with women swimming around the champagne glass Drink so much that I might hurl in the sink And if you ask me why I couldn't figure out [Chorus: Highbeam] What's my favorite Drink? Girl can I sip on you Sip on you [4x] What's my favorite drink? [Verse 3: Twista] If you would suck my soul I shall lick your funky emotions Look at that big old donkey you toting I wish I could pour some of you in a bishop's cup And have a toast wit King Boo And celebrating the fact that you thick as fuck I holla Church cause its pimps in the party Let me sip on ya body Get a good buzz of ya like you lemon Bacardi Or a long Island havin sex on the beach Or in the 'llac sunroof let back with the tech on the seat Got a red bone I call her strawberry daquiri Bring her back for me Carry packs for me Had her suck off my facultay Got a little mamma name Mimi Who remind me of Martini and Asti Spumante How she move to my cd I got a chocolate chick who deep throat She help me shake up dope She the complexion of Crown Royal and Coke And they making it hard for me to decipher and think As I get bubbly and choose And try to figure out [Chorus: Highbeam] What's my favorite Drink? Girl can I sip on you Sip on you [4x] What's my favorite drink? [Outro: Highbeam] Hennesy mixed wit some of that Alize Gimme a shot of that Remy And a whole lot of Tanqueray Keep it comin with that Cognac Pop the Moet lets sip on that Naw playa put ya money back Cause these drinks on me Give me a bottle of that Belve' Long island iced tea Hook me up a martini All these dinks on me I want to have a sex on the beach How about a gin & juice for me So put away ya money G All these drinks on me |
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Badunkadunk
f/ Jazze Pha [Chorus: Jazze Pha] (Badunkadunk) All in your face when you're at the club (Badunkadunk) Slide down the poll for the 30 Dub (Badunkadunk) Look at your ass girl, it's so much fun (Badunkadunk) I tell the DJ, I mean ya #1 (Badunkadunk) What? (Badunkadunk) Rock Yo! (Badunkadunk) All That (Badunkadunk) Bounce Yo! (Badunkadunk) Big Phat (Badunkadunk) I Love Yo! (Badunkadunk) Tell the DJ, I mean I'm #1 [Verse 1: Twista] Ooh! Shit, damn shawty look at the muthafuckin' fatty Come to daddy, tell me what I gotta do to get you lickin' in my custom caddy Never wanna let you get up out the ride When I burst to the lip my mouth is wide Look at titties with them little bitty shorts you got on With the thighs hangin' out the side When you work it you gone hurt these other bitches(That's Right) Hurtin' em' mean with the way you struttin' Even though you only walkin' You still lookin' like you shouldn't do that shit in public I can tell from right now what I see you workin' with You ain't even gotta ask for the blunt Booty so phat, gaps so nice, you can see ya ass from the front You finna hurt how you twurk that thang You want me to hear when you pop it baby Fell in love when you came up in club, with a whole bottle of Mo' Don't pop it baby! I know you got up on some rump shaker time Just let us see what you can do Sip a little something while you bounce that ass Girl you gotta Badunkadunk [Chorus] [Verse 2: Twista] Now bounce that ass, hurry up for the Bentley Now gone drop that bikini for the Lamborghini Now let me see you in a car for the big grown Love the way you shake it for the dollar Holla at me when you see me Now I don't wanna see nobody full of rigimortis Go head and jiggle for the more more money that's in his hands Go head and hit the shades with ya thick ass Now come over here by the table and give me a lap dance Bend it over come and get this dust Come take it off now we in the cut Gots to hit that from the back Shorty gotta lil junk in her trunk Look at how she make one butt-cheek freeze Look at how she make the other cheek move fast Look at how she switch, make the other cheek move Then move both sides then clap that ass Remember them times!, when you met two shawty's And you really want the cutest But you let her slide, cuz the other gotta really big-o donkey booty Now shawty think she fine, only if she really knew the truth I ain't gone lie, girl twurk them thighs I'm in love with your big Badunkadunk [Chorus] [Verse 3: Twista] Can you make it go wobbley-wobbley, come on and follow me Take you on a ride on the 'C' and umm! If you let it jiggley-jiggley, make it go wiggley Baby you can never get rid of me and umm! Twurk something, ooh yeah Yeah that booty softer then a teddy bear So phat I can barely stare, with a darier, that's scary there Come and drop for a nigga named Twista Come and pop for me like a pistol Got Badunkadunk's from a MOB and got Badunkadunk's for Jazze Phizzle Girl you deserve respect, you look so good girl I commit you The hottest thang on the menu When I'm off up in the strip club, I like to get you Twurk that thang, bounce that ass Work it all the way down to the floor Climb to the top, shake it up-side down Side of the muthafuckin floor Work that crown, give a lap-dance Shake it like it's for lady-groups Take all the ballers to the V.I.P Girl gone work yo Badunkadunk [Chorus] Shake That Thang Girl!(Repeat to the end of song) [Jazze Pha] This! is a Jazze Phizzle Product-shizzle My Nizzle! Hah! Twista!, Chi-Town, Yeah What? Legit Ballin' Daddy! Ooh!, We out Daddy! |
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One Last Time
[VERSE 1] You don't wanna see these murder guys Princess cuts hurt ya eyes Got the chicks that work them thighs Pull the top back on the prowler Like the car ain't circumcised Burglarize hoes Leave ya eyes closed Bricks in my truck while I ride slow Smoke yo fire dro No repercussions He was disgusting Turn my volume under ten To keep my speakers from busting If them people come rushin Can't say I froze Won't open the doors Bout time they caught up I done exposed of my outer clothes Car in the garage I say good God My day was hard Call two freaks up for the m閚age trois Parlaying hard Sade was suave When we was screwing Sheets was ruin If beef is brewing I'mma put slugs deep into Money they be pursuing The nerve of these jealous bastards fo hatin Master my patience Them custom wood grain caskets is waitin Passion for satin They must have Gave them a blood bath Had to show them who really holdin shit down wit they tuff ass We alias They wishin they be us Cant three eighty us Cause we'll wreck everything within a ten-block radius When ya see me betta speak with love Or leak some blood I got connections with all type of BM, Chiefs, and GOVS Deeply plugged who gotta retire from crime Bout to hit that big lick So we gonna pull it [CHORUS] One last time I got some good news man Some good news We gone come up if we just make this quick move Lay it all on the line Hit'em in the body and da dome Left the after party wit the chrome Come up wit a milly Soon as everybody know that I'm gone Cause I made it mama your son he's a success Now you ain't got no reason to stress Gotta keep it Gangsta Cause I'ma Hustla Do it like a balla Cause I'ma a mobsta [VERSE 2] Cause it only takes a second to pop me a snitch Call up my connection and cop me a brick And he sent a chezovoceian chick She was actin cocky and shit She like watchin blow at the hotel Wit big dreams to never stop being rich And she wasn't too sloppy wit dick Said when she get on she was gonna cop me a six Platinum blue spreewell shoes Detail smooth On some Mickey and malery me and my female crews Type of demo what's the beno I gave her two six plus ten four That's twelve five for the brick And five hundred for the plane and limo Plain and simple called my guy and told'em thanks and send more Meditating plot on my lick when I smell them frankensen blow Do my thugdizle I ain't scared of this Fly ya head like peagus Bloody up that necklace Hoe I'ma Aries Them terrorist fucked up the lick when sendin chicks on the plane Put a major glitch in the game But I'm get me them thangs As I come wit new ways to travel watch my shorties get on em Comin back wit pound and packages wit the scorpions on them Of course we been on them Niggaz know they two for forty and want'em I done seen truck load wit more keys than accordion And you think I'm past up that quick fast dust let me mask up That ain't a fast truck Get yo ass stuffed [CHORUS] [VERSE 3] I spit words that be gangsta shit Make hustla tip and ballers rich Hatters sick mobsta hitz I'm the shit You can't see me visit the optometrist Cars I flip unorthodox like Dr. Bonovich Prada lic but nigga got whooped Should of seen shit was funny My old connection he got reason to gun me I know he took the money Even if I probably wrong Turn down the volume Shoot him on plastic to lay his body on Fuckin marcon Two to the caveza Pincha puto That ring on your pinky was too cold Got pinch for two O's And a half brick my staff is sick Had him confess like a catholic Always thought things was funny now you don't laugh at shit Stupid bastard bitch Never fuck wit Twista, Turtle Banxxs, and Stokes Coming up dro flowin slangin dope I tried to chill but when I see a lic to make the world mine On the love I think I got to pull it [Chorus] |
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[Intro: R. Kelly]
Uhh, uhh (uh-huh) uhh Yeah, this is for all the sexy ladies out there Uhh.. walkin around downtown Shoppin at the malls, yeah .. I see you in your sexy jeans Manicure, pedicure mamis Your hair is good, yeah, I see you [Chorus: R. Kelly] LADIES! (You're.. so.. se-xy) So sexy (Per-fect.. for.. me) And I like you (You're.. so.. se-xy) So sexy (Per-fect.. for.. me) And this is for [Verse One: Twista] My ladies that be steady sippin Cris' Always lookin nice, put some ice on they belly or they wrist Girls that be thick off in they thigh, I wanna kick it in the Chi They gon' be fuckin with some Kelly and the Twist' Baby now look, model girls, Gucci and Prada girls and all the ghetto divas in the hood Women that be steady stackin ends rollin Lexus or Benz with rims and know how to keep it lookin good Go on witcha fine thick ass Somebody gon' snatch you so I gotta make you mine quick fast See I come and pass, I don't really wanna wonder so I gotta put her numbers on my sidekick fast Rollin witcha mob workin hard, gettin money, pullin capers If I ain't got papers you will bring me some beans home Supervisor givin orders on the job but you still lookin good with them skin-tight jeans on Lookin hot in them heels, I think I want that Come and back it up to the bottom of my throwback With you rollin yo' rims lookin like a Kodak Watch I drive I wanna smoke, she will roll that Miss mobstress rollin with the hardest Holdin it down like a female Joe Pesci And I wanna make her a made woman and I hope she gon' let me, cause she looks so sexy [Interlude: R. Kelly] OHH! And this is for them girls that be wantin - da D And this is for them girls that be lovin - da D And this is for them girls that be ridin - da D The ones that like to keep the D up inside 'em now So many girls off up in the mall boy a nigga be in the club (ohh!) Soon as one of them walk by me and I be like, 'Yo whassup?' [Chorus] [Verse Two: R. Kelly] All the shrimp and lobster honeys, downtown shoppin honeys Stayin on the grind, gotcha own car and crib honeys Dro puffers, Remi sippers, V.I.P. real honeys No dummies, takin no shit from a nigga that's full of shit honeys [Interlude] [Chorus] [Verse Three: Twista] Me and my clique was - rollin thick on 24's on a dirty lick Met a chick, lookin fine and her measures was 36-24-36, come here shorty Ain't no reason to be scared of us Lovin how you do your own thang And how you smokin on your own flame Lookin finer than a girl that be groovin on Soul Train I try to to hit her with some cold game I hope she - feel me; try to holla at a shorty Get a better vibe wit her while I'm sippin on my - Henny I wanna kiss her on her body but I gotta make her holla while I'm givin her - da D Gotta really love a girl They know to kick it but she know she gotta make that - money Goin shoppin for the minks and the leather but come back and bounce that ass - for me My East coast girls, that's what's up Tell my Southside shorties we can get it crunk My Cali girl make it bounce like a six-fo' My Chi girl bust down, make it straight buck When I see a balla girl that get down for hers I gotta get up wit her if she gon' let me Career woman with some goals, fuck the broke-ass hoes Baby girl cause you look so sexy [Interlude] [Chorus] |
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| 3:31 |
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Higher
f/ Ludacris, Wildstyle [Intro: 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 nigga? (Twista, wooo, ahhh!) Uh, uh (check it out) [Verse 1: Ludacris] Sometimes I think that I got to see a little bit of brighter days Cause I confine 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 nigga 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 shit 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 nigga off They'll see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls and (cough) You caused some vapors and I caught the throne, brain blown, honey I'm home Give me the microphone, and fools is like, "leave me alone!" [Chorus: Twista] 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 ass bitches that want to party Just shake it, great players get pumped Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the party Get money fuck hoes, get crunk [Verse 2: Twista] (Look out!) I put a little bit of hash on some motherfucking purple haze I feel it all over my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi Got me up and then rippng shit in a rage In the netti cofetti with a belly, Gucci Timberland stepping on the petal up in the Cadillac truck Want to get me for the wood Better get the whole motherfucking hood to come and give you some back up We can get into it and if you want to do it I'm leaking the fluids out of the bodies that want to come at this If they all get some blood for fucking with thugs that I 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 shit I'ma 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 Niggaz 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'm going to drop that 2003 on 19" [Chorus: Twista] [Verse 3: Twista] We balling out of control, I floss on, play 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 motherfucking wind when I'm sippin on Henn' I got paper, you owe something And I done came a long way from letting me hold something, to roll something Find a body, then fill him up with some adrenaline And then kill him and send him to the cemetery With a flow for the whole world like a poet, Check icy cold, your Pop's so hungry, he mends a berry Shit, and when it come to shipping good Who that?, who that?, I got the sack open And the herb got the flow so strong Hot them on crack, the track is for back-to-back smoking Never come up with it unwise, and he nigga you ain't untouchable when I spark the heat Coming at you like sharks to meat the blood is softly, I can tell when a mark is hard as we Come fully loaded cause I'm hard to beat always screaming where a beat and the dro at? You know we love that cut up In the back of the club with purple in the back crying Twis' and Ludacris get fucked up [Chorus: Twista] [Outro: Twista] + (Wildstyle) Pass me the.. Let me smoke my.. (Yeeah, this a Wildstyle production Twista and Ludacris collabo, get it, get it get it, uh, yeeah) |
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Snoopin
f/ Danny Boy [Intro: Danny Boy] Have mercy.. mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy. Ohhhhh, ohhhhhhh-ohhhh-ohhh.. {*harmonizing*} Have mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy me [Twista] Now, now, when my boo let me break 'em off, freaky when we makin love I can do shit to you that'll make you shake in lust Comin through how I be stoppin off, kinky when I make you cum How could you wanna do shit that'll make me break the trust? Shoulda knew you were sheisty the way you lick me on my body and actin shady when I'm out the crib, lightly Cause somethin bogus just to fight me spite me all in my area plus I'm a Sagittarius, you a Pisces For some reason we be clickin like we on business but you be on some bullshit Askin me where I go, what I do, how I kick it Won't you get with it baby girl, I don't cheat on you and pull shizz Now who don't wanna roll on, chrome with then go home with Get you to the crib, give you some grown dick I let you hold my pounds down, purchasin you phones and fits How many times I told you, I ain't known shit But you steady don't listen even though it's your friends that listen Gotta have trust, but you won't back up on a couple I'll catch you wishin Claimin that I'm fuckin on another bitch and all in my privacy on no premonition, you trippin Tell me why do you - doubt a brother, in one ear and out the other Cause in my shirt you done found number You steady lurkin while I was up in the shower dumpin all of my pants pockets, trippin cause you done found a rubber And all I gotta say is. [Chorus: Danny Boy] That's not right (that's not right) Snoopin through my things (you snoopin baby, snoopin baby) I don't do it to you (I don't do it, I don't do it) You shouldn't do that to me (I don't do it to you) That's not right (that's not right) Snoopin through my things (snooooopin through my things) I don't do it to you (and I sho' wouldn't do it) You shouldn't do that to me (I ain't gon' do it to you) [Danny Boy] I was sittin in the front just watchin videos Readin my magazine, my Vibe magazine, yeah I coulda sworn that I turned my damn 2-Way off But damn I heard it ring, I think I heard it ring, yeahhh If it's somethin that you think that's wrong got you feelin insecure I'm grown ?baby let me know, and then I'll let you know Cause I'm the one that's footin the bills And I'm not the wrong one, that's for real You can get your shit and go, gooooo! [Twista] Now you don't see me all up in your dresser drawers You don't see me goin through your Jag You don't see me in your celli; you don't see me searchin through your thongs, and you don't see me though your Gucci bag Baby you got the shabazz; sometimes you need a swift, kick up the ass just to to see how far a foot can go Would you wash it and took it slow, couldn't though Pressure cookin low, bitch I hope you find what you lookin fo' I'm losin focus from fuckin witchu, don't get me charged Come in from a show, my whole closet be picked apart If anybody should be paranoid in this motherfucker it should be me I'm the one smokin hydro by the jars You need to leave my stuff alone, go and get some business of your own cause me and you ain't spendin precious time together Baby don't touch mine, I shouldn't need a "don't touch" sign I ain't explainin nothin, you can find whatever And all I gotta say is. [Chorus] w/ variations [Twista] Now when I get up in your ooh-watcha-katcha Move to the mm-ch-ka mm-ch-ka mm-ahh, don't lie You peepin the details of my fax, mail and voice mail and E-mail and why sugar, don't try to come up with the justification for what you doin The relationship's about to be ruined for what you persuin Steadily tryna see who I'm screwin like I'm fuckin the nation It's nothin but hatin that the homies be doin Spittin rumors all up in your ear, tension in the atmosphere Baby what's the mission here, listen here You lookin for numbers and fist in hair It must be here for a reason so quit before I have to make you disappear I can do without you pokin through pockets Prophecy's potent, whatchu peepin fo'? I hate the way that all this time to tell what I been thinkin shoulda told you when I thought about it a week ago But now I'm tellin you. [Chorus] w/ variations {*Danny Boy ad libs*} [Chorus] w/ variations |
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Like a 24
f/ Liffy Stokes, T.I. Make dat ass roll like a 24 (24) Lemme see you make dat ass roll like a 24 (24) Shawty make dat ass roll like some 24's (24) Lemme see you make dat ass roll like a 24 (24) I can make my ass roll like a 24 (24) [repeat] I can make my ass roll like some 24's (24s) I can make my ass roll like a 24 (24) Now drop it (now drop it) to the floor Spin it like some stop and go Drop it (drop it) to the floor Spin it like some stop and go Roll like a 24 Lemme see you make dat ass roll like a 24 Now I could tell from back in the days when we was shawtys in the hood Dat you was gone grow up to be thick as hell and lookin good Now you 21 and them thighs ain't no crunk Lookin fine as hell like a penny junk up in the trunk Make a nigga get (get) what you want Put dat ass on dubs Feel it when you get the party crunk Feel it when you twirk it in the club Feel it when you get down on the floor Love when you get down on the low Feel I wanna jack dat ass wanna bump and get that ho get the hoe Baby I jus got some 24's and I love to watch em spin (spin) So let me see you make dat ass roll like my rims Spinnin like omega jones Pop dat booty fo my squad Work dat booty tho it hard roll it like a ? [Chorus] You already know hoes down pimps up When pimpin step up in the house put ya bitch up I got a remi bottle instead of a pimp cup It shine like a summer day when my wrist up She wanna wave now cuz my nigga Twista Dissed her then bounced wit her sista I tell her keep her head down and her hips up You can keep dat pussy imma tear dem pretty lips up Let dat ass roll like 24's on a big truck And ya g-string let it bounce when da beat bang Make it drop like dem cars in a g-thang Pull up ya skirt and work it like da hook keep sangin [Chorus] Come on shorty make dat ass pop Drop it like a rag top Shake it likes its bongo Stir it up like credit rock I got a pocket full of tens and dubs I'm up in the club drunk as fuck stuck Lookin for love They lookin for dust And I got dem in gods we trust A lil game a lil fame I'll have em pilin in the church bus Puffin da juan dro straight up to the condo Open the bus doors head up to the 12th floor Its bout to crack now layin on my back now She shook one cheek at a time den dropped it back down I'm goin through a game I never knew they name All I know is when she got low a nigga lost it man You got my thang on swole back dat ass up Girl you got my thang on swole now make dat ass drop You got my thang on swole make dat ass bounce Girl you got my thang on swole now make dat ass prompt Break somethin shake somethin work somethin twirk somethin [repeat] Break it shake it work it twirk it [repeat4] Shawty lemme see you make the left side move (side move) Now let me see you make the right side move (side move) Now let me see you make both sides move (sides move) Now baby bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce [Chorus] |
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| 4:33 |
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[ Twista ]
I wish the way I was living could stop, serving rocks, Knowing the cops is hot when I’m on the block, And I Wish my brother woulda made bail, So I won’t have to travel 6 hours to see him in jail, And I Wish that my grandmother wasn’t sick, Or that we would just come up on some stacks and hit a lick, And I (I wish) Wish my homies wouldn’t have to suffer, When the streets get the upper had on us and we lose a brother, And I Wish I could go deep in a zone, And lift the spirits of the world with the words with in this song, And I (I wish) Wish I could teach a could teach a soul to fly, Take away the pain out cha hands and help you hold them hi, And I Wish God never gave the men power To be able to hurt the people inside the Twin Towers, And I (I wish) Wish God woulda turned they hearts righteous, When they started to take innocent lives and become snipers, But uh We will never break, though they devistate, we shall motivate, And we gotta pray, all we got is faith. Instead of thinking about who gonna die to day, The Lord is gonna help you feel better, so you ain’t gotta cry today. Sit at the light so long, And then we gotta move straight forward, cuz we fight so strong, So when right go wrong, Just say a little prayer, get ya money man, life go on!!! Let’s HOPE! [ Faith Evans ] Cuz I’m hopeful, yes I am, hopeful for today, Take this music and use it Let it take you away, And be hopeful (hopeful) and he’ll make a way I know it ain’t easy but that’s okay. cause we hopeful [ Twista ] I wish that you could show some love, Instead of hatin so much when you see some other people commin up (I wish) I wish I could teach the world to sing, Watch the music and have ‘em trippin of the joy I bring, (shiit) I wish that we could hold hands, Listen instead of dissin lessons from a grown man, And I (I wish) Wish the families that lack, but got love, get some stacks Brand new shack and a lack that’s on dubs, And I Wish we could keep achieving wonders, See the vision of the world through the eyes of Stevie Wonder, (you feel me) (I wish) And I hope all the kids eat, And don’t nobody in my family see six feet, (ya dig) I hope them mothers stain’ strong, You can make it whether you wit him or your mans gone, And I (I wish) Wish I could give every celly some commissary, And the po po bring the heat on them priest like they did R. Kelly, And I Wish that DOC could scream again And bullets could reverse so Pac and Biggie breath again, (shit) (I wish) Then one day they could speak again, I wish that we only saw good news every time we look at CNN, I wish that enemies could talk, And that super homie Christopher Reeves could still walk, (I wish) I wish that we could walk a path, stay doin the right thing Hustle hard so the kids maintain up in the game, Let’s HOPE [ Faith Evans ] Cuz I’m hopeful, yes I am, hopeful for today, Take this music and use it Let it take you away, And be hopeful (hopeful) and he’ll make a way I know it ain’t easy but that’s okay. cause we hopeful [ Twista ] Wish the earth wasn’t so apocalyptic, I try to spread my message to the world the best way I can give it, We can make it always so optimistic, If you don’t listen gotta live my life the best way I can live it, I pray for justice when we go to court, Wish it was all good so the country wouldn’t have to go to war, Why can’t we kick it and just get em on, And in the famous words of Mr. King “Why can’t we all just get along”, Or we can find a better way to shop and please, And I Hope we find a better way to cop a keys, And I Wish everybody would just stop and freeze, And ask way are we fulfillin these downfalls and prophecies, You can be wrong if it’s you doubting, With the faith of a mustard seed you can move mountains, And only the heavenly father and ease the hurt, Just let it go and keep prayin on your knees in church!! And let’s HOPE [ ( x 2 ) Faith Evans ] Cuz I’m hopeful, yes I am, hopeful for today, Take this music and use it Let it take you away, And be hopeful (hopeful) and he’ll make a way I know it ain’t easy but that’s okay. cause we hopeful |
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| 3:44 |
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(Intro)
When I wake up in the mornin' love, And the sunlight hurts my eyes, Then somethin' without warnin' love, Bears heavy on my mind... (Twista) Let's get them dollars, Let's get this money, (Keep my mind on my...) (Twista) I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind, I got my finger on tha trigga, stayin' on tha grind, And when I wake up in the mornin', I got's to hit a lick, Saw the 2000 and 3 Navi, on Sprees wit' a kit, Soon as my eyes see tha sunshine, My thoughts is jukin' the block, and dodgin' the one time, Peep how we movin' the rocks and wit' pounds of dro before I double my shit, I can serve sixteen ounces for six and get back ninety-six, A killa for tha skrilla... Nigga, Best not be stalkin', I got's to get them bigga, figga's, fuck what you talkin', I represent them nigga's ballin' wit' jewelry full of zickels, Down to the nigga's chasin' million, their dreams' servin' nickels, And I know, one day, I'm gon' come up, And when you see me, don't hate, that I blowed up, Get paid whether you legit when you slang, or tippin' off 'cane, Until I take a dip in the Range, I'm flippin' them thangs, Gotta get that money man... (Chorus: Anthony Hamilton) It's a lovely day, just got paid, Stack it up, be on my way, Lovely day, lovely day, Lovely day, lovely day, It's a lovely day, just got paid, Stack it up, be on my way, Lovely day, lovely day, Lovely day... (Twista) A hustler's definition, is a hustler for scratch, You serve a motherfucker, you serve him for that, I'm makin' money off of verses when I spit 'em on tracks, And if I ain't sellin' no records, I'm servin' them packs, I got a, clip full of hollows, money makin's my motto, Semi-auto and Marlboros in the bottle, 'til I hit the lotto, Wit' dreams of ownin' a records label, flippin' words, My nigga flippin' buildin's better than he was flippin' birds, I got tha, mentality and tha motive I'm on a mission, For tha money, you can get it too, it's all about yo ambission, Play yo position, provide the plans, and follow procedures, In tha six-hundred, blunted, wit' a pocket full of hundred's and Visa's, Love, when I get that dust, hit 'em up, re-cock then I get back up, Love, when I get that gig, get a crib, get a car when tha grip stack up, It's still in the evenin' if I'm sleepin' paper problems, Soon as I get up it's just another day, another dollar... Gotta get that money man... (Chorus) (Twista) Got love for the corporate playas that's ballin' rollin' jags, Got love for the thug nigga's who get' it on tha ave., Love for those, who can make a mil and sit back and laugh, And love for the fine stripper's who get it poppin' ass, Love for the single parent's that's workin' through the struggle, Love for those who gotta make a livin' movin' muscle, Love for those who gotta watch tha hater's rollin' bubbles, Causin' trouble every time a young brotha try to hustle, And if I can't, legally make or not... Then I gotta get, right back on the block... And if it no work we do a stick-up and whip-up a concoction, Might leave yo face down in the dirt because hurtin's not an option... Gotta get that money man... (Chorus 2X) (Outro: Anthony Hamilton) When I wake up in the mornin' love, And the sunlight hurts my eyes, Somethin' without warnin' love, Bears heavy on my mind... |
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| 4:09 |
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[Intro: Young Chris]
Yeah.. Young Chris, M-eez, my nigga Free-Wheez The boy TwistaHolla My life on the track (Okay) Up and comin' State Prop Chain gang (That's right) Get low (Get low) It's the Roc in the building nigga(Holla...Yeah) It's the motherfuckin' Roc bitch, who hotter than us?(Okay, okay) [Young Chris] Ayo..ever since a young buck, I been on the come upKnown to dish the raw, dish the law if they come upAnd cheddar 'till the sun up..If there's a ransom and the law get involved, then we never get it summed upNever put ya gun up, if ya come round meI go to war wit' niggaz 'round the corner from 'round meYou could front 'round me, but I read through thatWit' the mili' and I ain't talkin' 'bout no Segal macNiggaz see shoot back, we can see to thatHit yo front letters see through back, bring yo peoples backAnd I used to grind out on my friend's spot'til he's mom wanted my Tim-botsNow my paint got me discountsOr trans-quo all around the world, like I was signed to Pimp-dotAnd if it's ten targets and I got ten shotsI'm tryin' to leave at least nine out of them ten shot.. [Memphis Bleek] I got my mind on my money, money on mindBut some say its a gift, I don't write but I rhymeI, complete songs with just one tryTell 'em it's no lie, I beef all my life...doggI never think, it's already thereI find ways to say it, so you motherfuckers hear itAnd when you hear it you feel it, you know its real soThis is how I live it, how it's pictured for real...niggaI'm shittin' for realDiamonds against wood, underground king for realBig crib when I lay, yeah I'm livin' for realTrust me the guns come off the shelf whenever shit'll get realAutomatics and extended clips, that's what I'm hittin' wit'Dummies in the black rhinoesYeah, they be killin' shitMasked up kidnap shit, that's how my niggaz getChi-town, NYC, that's how my niggaz get.. [Freeway] Yes, just picture me rollin'The smith and wesson'll stay goin' put a hole in yo chestIt's just, another hustle paper gettin' made and foldGet mad, you street niggaz finally made itI swoop five, he know the ride, heavily loadedDeliver pies like cake, they go straight through yo payment...yup!Chump...you don't really wanna warWith the State Prop clique, if ya clique shot us, squad upS-P game so damn tough, the 4 4 in the 5th tucked ya'll can't hangTransporter turned rapper, get a camcorder film my lifeStill acclompished, tryin' to fill they cupsThe rap version of Mandela, call my bluffWe still the street dwellers, feel my pain (my pain)I spit a verse and split a clip in the rainA fool-proof when the full force open you up (what!) [Twista] Twista will rock you, you don't want the thug apostle to pop youHostile when I drop you, turnin' everything colossal to fossilesI speak street gospel, all they life I spit words and paint portraitsFor real niggaz that hold down they fortress and serve off of porchesHit 'em in the body wit' the powerful forces, that'll end all your doubtMake you clean up your house, bag up an ounce, hit the dance floor and bounceWe blessed wit' the talent, fuck wit this clique, it ain't gon' be easy'Cause you fuckin' wit' Twist if you fuck wit Chris, Bleek and Free-wheezySo speak and breath easy... Or the scutches my future in 3DI like wars, I'm from a city full of vice, lords, and GD'sBreeze and souls, 2-6's, kings, VD's and storesSpanish cobras and all the true soldiers survivin' are goneWatch me spit if for the killers and hustler's, flippin' all the pounds and bricksHate on me I'ma bust at you hoes, and I put eleven down wit' a clipNiggaz servin' fiftys and hundreds, when I see you and I'm on yo tipTwista and this East-Coast regime, it's that chi-roc shit |
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| 4:04 |
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[R Kelly:]
Do you want me to slow it down (Kelz) Do you want me to speed it up (Twista) Do you want me to slow it down (Kelz) Do you want me to speed it up (Twista) [Hook:] You ain't neva heard a slow jam like this You ain't neva had a remix like this You ain't neva been freaky like this Rollin on 24's like this Neva had a pool party like this Neva sipped on cris much as this Neva been to an island like this Make one wish and I'll give you all this [Twista:] Girl u remind me of my jeep and my s5 First I was on top of you now u sayin lets ride Freakin yo body so good I give you wet thighs When we get together you know we make the sex live Take you to paradise while massaging u down Feeling betta with twins mA?Aⓒnagin u down Make u explode and now I'm calming u down So good that u don't want me to bother u now Now listen here Come and kick it with the players, ghetto majors and the thumpa sprayers. And we neva got no room for no haters When we pull up on them 24 omegas While I'm smoking on a gar seeing Vega You by my side we be on one when we hangin What earthquake say is wrong in a relationship We a corporation lets take over the nation Let me get up with u girl Don't be trippin on yo guy he gone be up when the heat come out Cuz u could rub the lamp three times and still won't a muthafucka like me come out [Hook:] You ain't neva heard a slow jam like this You ain't neva had a remix like this You ain't neva been freaky like this Rollin on 24's like this Neva had a pool party like this Neva sipped on cris much as this Neva been to an island like this Make one wish and I'll give you all this [R Kelly:] You ain't neva had a playa like me to take you shoppin Take u to the crib and sex u nonstop and Bone thugs top droppin Vip with the bottles poppin So clean we gotta take a picture So sexy I wanna get wit u Girl I'll be singing thrilla While u be squeezing pillows And we can take a shower together Get cozy in stormy weather And if u ever going through something I promise to make it betta Ya just keep on lovin a thug Massage and some sex when I tell u its time U ain't neva gotta want for nothing As long as u down and u ready to ride I wanna give u them butterflies Have yo head all off up in da sky And we be going (weo weo weo weo) [Hook:] You ain't neva heard a slow jam like this You ain't neva had a remix like this You ain't neva been freaky like this Rollin on 24's like this Neva had a pool party like this Neva sipped on cris much as this Neva been to an island like this Make one wish and I'll give you all this [Twista:] U ain't neva rode in a Bentley lookin like this U ain't neva got up with a thug nigga like this Or got with a balla that spit to the rhythm like this Or kick it with a platinum plus nigga like this Well looka here now come look at how the player T drop the top Kelly and Twista peep how we rock the block Platinum Ferrari it nothing shorty U its chump change Or pull up in the 7-4 to the fend (4 to the fend) Won't u get in While I'm steady blowin smoke in the wind (smoke in the wind) Hoping to win Now speakin words to my head in the bed Then after we work then we can do it that one way Lookin thick as a loaf of bread by legs And u get at shakin the way the twista make the tongue play And this is for tha love and the ladies The fine women that be rollin Mercedes Getting freaky and And we be going (weo weo weo weo) [R Kelly:] Do you want me to slow it down (Kelz) Do you want me to speed it up (Twista) Do you want me to slow it down (Kelz) Do you want me to speed it up (Twista) |
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