MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
twista - i m a woman too
Early in the morning, go jogging!
No food after 6 in the evening!
I wanna change now,
I wanna show you my new image
My nails that I grew out for the first time..
When I go out, the high heels on my feet..
I'll change just for you
Not as a little girl but as a pretty lover
I hate it when you treat me like a little kid
Even if we've known each other for a long time,
Cant you erase the image of me when I was young?
I am a woman too!
When I am next to you, my heart becomes soft and weak
Everyone is like that when they love someone
I really want your heart
Open your eyes widely and look again
Dont search from far away
Your love is me
When you call, we'll give each other pet names~
When you get made, i'll smile and pretend to be cute~
It will be good, it will be new, if you were my lover
I hate it when you treat me like a little kid
Even if we've known each other for a long time,
Cant you erase the image of me when I was young?
I am a woman too!
When I am next to you, my heart becomes soft and weak
Everyone is like that when they love someone
I really want your heart
Open your eyes widely and look again
Dont search from far away
Your love is me
When I am going through hard times,
there is one person that I want to lean on
There is only you to me
Even when I make mistakes, you will always take my side
I love you! As much as the ground to the high skies
Dont make me wait and worry too long
And come back to your empty seat
I wanna tell you,
The long hidden secrets of mine
I will tell you every single one of them everyday
I love you
twista - legit ballers
Twista feat. The Speedknot Mobstaz
[Twista]
Once again, another Trax productions
Rush for the 9-8, mobsta elites
Ain't it a shame how we make ballin' look so sweet
Especially when you ain't gotta hide your shit
You know what I'm sayin', you can just ball for free
Campaignin' your nation, in a legit demonstration
And gotta face incarceration
Eh yo, Liffy Stokes, let 'em know what's happenin'
[Liffy Stokes]
A nigga been hustlin' so long, God knows I've done so much wrong
I was 16 grown and holdin' chrome, servin' blows, we in' zones
My mom didn't understand me "Boy, you gon' die just like your daddy
from two to the head, dumped in the riverbed
I didn't to hurt you so badly," I was young and dumb
Fast life sprung of the money and hoes that it brung
Had a clip full of hollows to bring your momma sorrow
But now regret what I've done
Drama's all in the game whether gang bang or slang
I had to do my thang
When the shots rang, that's when it clicks in my brain
All the shit's the same
My nigga need a change, I had to get off out these streets
To get you out your seat
Flip a Trax beat, hit the crib and puff on a sweet
And let 'em feel something deep
Deep so the realest can feel
How I felt right before I bust that steel
Rappin 'bout my life of skrill
And the everyday struggles of a nigga in the chill
[Chorus 2x]
Come on and take a little trip with a legit balla
Chi shot-callers (Shot up the chrome and let's swang)
Tigers all up in the wall
(Some bitches in the back and a pocket full of scratch
take a match and spark up a little bud and get blown away)
[Mayz]
This shit I've been tokin' is potent
Got me straight thinkin' about takin' Mary Jane and eloping
Blowin' smoke with the sunroof half-way opened
Countercode with the scope in close range
I guess he gotta aim, and stick a few thangs in the nigga's brain
No face straps (?) thinkin' that he can
Puttin' food on table is an everyday strain
But now I did finally flip my shit legit
And workin' a different angle of the game
Even though my hussle ain't changed
I'm still prayin' my best presence to overcome my pain
Singin' tapes of cain
The roads to riches seems longer than the freight train
And every little stop keep a nigga tryin' to plot
On the paper you done gain until you drain
But I put that on the foe
I'ma flow 'til I got no choice, or better yet no voice
But still by that time I hope to write enough rhymes
To own a fleet real estate with a Rolce Royce
Rollin' deep through this Chi-Town streets
With my mobsta elites on the way to North Riverside Mall
Givin' thanks to the all for givin' me a legit where to ball at
Keepin' shit tight for y'all
[Chorus 2x]
[Twista]
On the bus in disgust will I able to throw rocks in my pocket
Nickel sacks in the other
For po-pos who watch, can't stop, it's hot
But I gotta make a profit for my baby and my mother
Straight up hustler
What's the mental frame of mind
That nigga had to have the roll
Be sold, or be poor up in these city streets
Or with the pistol playin' for you Mr. Reaper
Forgive those, I explode like c-4 so give me 50 feet
Bustin' shots in every directions
a nigga stop a moment from getting made
I done witnessed public aid, people get sprayed, the tip raise
And momma cry, why my bills won't get paid
If I have to I'ma send cheese from blows
Nobody can hurt me or run thugsta greed, GD's or foes
Workin' the spot 'cause we need some clothes
Who ever thought I'd be making money off of my CD's and shows
My crib got gats in the hall, rats steady crawl
Roaches comin' out the cracks in the wall
On the tip, bust it with my back to the wall
Work my way up to an ounce, now I'm back to a ball
Now I fin to spend stacks at the mall
Bend the blocks on barbers hopin' my profits stack a bit taller
Twista AKA "The Bitch Caller", bring your money to the mob
Just to be a pimp-shit talker
[Chorus 2x]
[Twista]
If it's on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas, hmm-hmm
It it's on, then I gotta ride out with the mobstas, hmm-hmm
If it's on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas, hmm-hmm
If it's on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas, hmm-hmm
La-da-da, la-da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da (Mobstas)
La-da-da, la-da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da (Mobstas)
La-da-da, la-da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da (Mobstas)
If it's on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas (Mobstas) hmm-hmm
twista - loyalty
[toxic]
Saw a Little Motherfucker and Y'all Was Ready to Bend
Left the Mob For Something Petty But Then Fetti Got Thin
Now You Back Where You Begin While I'm Livin On Ten
Got Inns Sittin in a Benz Wit Rims Sippin On Hen
Wit Stokes, Twist, and Mayze While You Broke Bitch I'm Paid
Should of Stayed But Betrayed Look At the Cheddar You Could Have Made
You Started With the Mob Thought You Was Harder Than the Mob
But Ain't no One Motherfucker Larger Than This Mob
Swear to God, For Y'all C-wall Ain't Got Love
No Only One That's Gonna Be On You Side Is This Hot Slug
For the Dead and Locked I'm Throwin My Mob Up
Cock and Bust to All Y'all Bitches Die For Crossin Us
[liffy Stokes]
I Smell Some Bitch Niggas Amongst Us, Now They Gone
And When You See Me On the Streets Be Strapped Cause I'm At You Dome
And That's Wit Or Without a Mask On, Cause I'ma Blast On Sight
Even If It's in Traffic in Broad Daylight
The Only Way You Live If It Don't Spray Right
But You Out Your Death Wish So If I Miss You'll Be Facin Barrels By Midknight
And That's On These Four Fingers I Hold High
Anybody Who Crosses My Mobsta Family They Die
I Hollered At My Boy James to Bless Me Wit Some Mo' Thangs
A Mobstaz Hard to Kill Like Stopping Off of Cocaine
I'm Leavin Out Sweated no Dynasty Clicks Crushin Bitches Wit This
Nigga Your Songs Ain't Shit, They Can't Even Fade Our Skits Eat a Dick
[chorus]
Nigga Cross the Mob So What's Up
In Every Destination Retaliation Gotta Fuck 'em Up
Nigga Cross the Mob So What's Up
In Every Destination Retaliation Gotta Get 'em Up
Shit Are Y'all About Ready to Die For This Fetti Fuck Everyting That's Petty
Down to Do Dirt Lets Put in Work
Stay Together Whether We Rappin of Slangin Ye Together
Get the Paper But Don't Cross the Mob and Get Hurt Loyalty's First
[traxster]
When Everything Was All Good Y'all Niggas Threw the Wall Up
But When the Shit Hit the Fan I Watch You Bitches Ball Up
Now You Time Is All Up, Fuck Who You Call Up
My Niggas All Bust, My Killas All Nuts
What the Fuck You Call Us, What You Say About C-wall
Playa Hatin How We Ball, Nigga We'll Be to See Y'all
And You Mob Gonna End Up the Same Homie, Put This Pain On You
No Love My Slugs Got Them Thugs Name On 'em
If He Wit His Kids I'm Blow His Brains On 'em, Put the Chains On 'em
Go Insane On Em', Guess He Done Wit That Work Range On Em
Rain Over, So Nigga Respect My Mob Like Royalty
'till I'm Dead Y'all Hoes Dred My Love, Life, and Loyalty
[twista]
When You Come Strapped in a Circle
No I'm Finna Hurt You
Cause the Mob Put Me Peeped All of Your Loopholes
Cause the Trigger Work You
Bust All of You Bitches and All of You Hoes
When the Bruh Come
Thugs Betta Run Shit Look At What Thugs Want
See What Drugs Done
When Held the Gun Got You Runnin From a Loved One
Thought You Was Down to Die But You Been Found to Lie
So Fuck You Can't Trust You, Gotta Bust You
Crush You Now You Can't Lick Hits and Hustle
Try to Flex Your Muscle
But My Criteria Gotta Over Comes Yo Strategies
Try to Make a Mob Out of Peas
I Can Ride On You Wit Money-t and An Amount of Cheese
Plus I Had a Lot of Bud in 'em
I Get Mad At the Budgin' 'em
Whippin Out the Stud in 'em
But I Ain't Even Studying
If Again and It's On I Just Put a Slug in Him
Duggin Him Dead and Headin Hoes Off At the Pass
Open Up a Can of Kick Ass
Toy Wit Me Loyalty Die Quick Blast
[maze]
I Roll Wit Straight Mobsta Leaners
That Always Carry Beamers
And Exercising Trigger Fingers On Niggas Who Come Between Us
Shockin' the World Wit Young Slingers
And We Can't Be Defeated, Even If You Triple Team Us
Cause This Game Got My Mod Deranged If You in Pain
Kamokaze Like My Nigga Lo If We Loose to You Man
So Ready to Aim Cause It Ain't Shit to Explain
Shots to Exchange Plenty of Paper in the Game
To Help Us Remain On Top of the World Until We Go Bang
Doin Our Thang While Y'all Niggas Just Hate and Complain in Vain
But It'ws Still Gonna Be the Same We Gonna Mob Forever
And Out Shine All You Bitch Ass Niggas Together
[chorus]
twista - my apartment
(feat. Johnny P, Turtle Banxx)
Come on we can go on over you know to my place
You know to the Pendergrass style
You know come and go with me
It won't be long just for a little while
Right well check it out
[Turtle Banxx]
What's up with you miss?
Your lovely lips got me fiending for one kiss
I'm having fits just to be close to you
Give me once chance I'll make the most of you
What lovers supposed to do
Henny on ice a toast to you
I know how ya approaching, scheming on them noticeable thighs
and that innocent look in ya eyes
I know ya tired of them crooked guys
You know the type cheating just to get the prize on one night
and when the sunlight hits ya sexy alters
Mr. Heartless is in the darkness quicker than a loaded cartridge
I know you feel like a target (look here)
Don't bury your head like an ostrich (hey)
He gonna get his regardless, meanwhile lets hit the market (yeah)
Sitting hot dinner on the carpet
I feed you strawberries and chocolate in my apartment
[Chorus - Turtle Banxx, Johnny P]
[T] In my apartment, slip into your sexy garment
Candle lights and music set the tone now convince me darling
[P] Is it alright if I lay you down what what
If it's ok we can play in my apartment
Is it alright if I lay you down what what
If it's ok we can play in my apartment ut ohhhh
[Turtle Banxx]
I know you skeptical on dating based on your past relations
but I got patience plus I'm waiting on the right occasion
I'm yours for the taken ain't no mistaking this
Alone to see ya face and be bracing with every kiss
I'm hating the time we missed the fellas don't understand
It don't matter them are boys and I'm a man
Your boyfriend Buddy you calling him husband
When you not looking he trying to holla at ya cousin (thought he wasn't)
Play like it ain't nothing cant disguise the hurt in your eyes
Late nights I hear your cries for loving
[Johnny P] Come on baby
[Chorus - Turtle Banxx, Johnny P]
[T] In my apartment, slip into your sexy garment
Candle lights and music set the tone now convince me darling
[P] Now is it alright if I lay you down what what
Cause if it's ok we can play in my apartment
Is it alright if I lay you down what what
Cause if it's ok we can play in my apartment
[Turtle Banxx]
Street hustling now became thangs of the past
Money at last again help me baby channel this anger
Ready to blast at oppositions
They don't give me the chamber
I talk the strangest cause my homies only want paper
Don't get me wrong I won't put you in danger the nature of the streets
Ready to claim another life asking God to save us forgiven hearts
The tamers the youth is hard to train em
They only want money and cars status and stars living ghetto famous
Ain't this the shamest lets resolve the changes so they won't be namest
Broke starving and banging
like that old saying home is where the heart is gods will gods will
[Chorus - Turtle Banxx, Johnny P]
[T] In my apartment, slip into your sexy garment
Candle lights and music set the tone now convince me darling
[P] Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Is it alright if I lay you down
on my waterbed while we smoke this pound
Got ya feeling buzzed off the Hennesey
Tell ya girl that you wanna ride with me
Meet me out front in my six fo' fo'
I spit a little game now I got you home
And when ya man ask where you've been
been with me in my apartment
Baby I want to play.. let's go all the way
[Johnny P]
In my apartment in my apartment
Mmmmm let's get it started girl
I really want to play.. take me away
In my apartment in my apartment
Mmmmm let's get it started girl
Yeah
twista - a fish s place
After i met you, i met loneliness.
You didn't have any interest in me,
But i was a fool in love, i can't believe it.
I don't want to lose you this easily.
After i met you, i let out tears.
You were already another man's woman,
But i was a fool in love, i can't believe it.
I don't want to forget you just yet.
*i want to be destiny
For us to meet once again.
If i could see you once more,
Then the greed i feel would be letten go.
Please appear in my dreams.
Once in a while, i'll start a conversation.
I hope you don't feel this as a burden.
I'll always love you like i do know,
So remember i'll be waiting for you.
After i met you, i let out tears.
You were already another man's woman,
But i was a fool in love, i can't believe it.
I don't want to forget you just yet.
For eternity i'll be waiting for you...
twista - adrenaline rush
What happens when you combine the daekness with the light?
(YungBuck)
I'm bringing pain like two bad nurses, and the pain from these here
motherfuckin' verses rediculos thirst is involving hearses to the dirt shit
first pick and using autos to work with slugs to the shirt shit (just to squirt
shit) I'm kickin' it with an expert kick from birth till' the earth split leave
you hurt bitch and show you how worser than worst get in the zone see the vein
when the pain repel and then i'm closing the curtains bitch (when adrenalines
pumping) I don't understand discussion only hear certian shit i'm a
misunderstood nigga' and i'm off my square high got me reversin' clips and
dispersin' shit
(Twista)
What can I say to make you see how the fuck I feel to make me wanna jump off of
the edge i'm charged off of suckers gettin' shot up off the ledge no pain the
static came I took a bunt off to the head (so tell me what it said) retaliate
with leathal reprecussion I feel the reefer rushin' watch him go into thangs
like it's a wicked stick so get that Benedryl hot like i'm finna steal lickin'
and kickin' shit for niggas and bitches that I kick it with I was born to get
you pumped up it's like some lead bust givin' motherfuckers a head rush then
your lead bust when you jumped up cuz what I said must've got you geeked my
eyes red puffed from smokin' shit that niggas hit on and die makes me wanna
slip the clip on the side and if you act like a bitch on the the whole westside
will let the shit gone and ride and let the trigga' bust
(Chorus)
Thats your adrenaline rush like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump
to make his opposition chest kick up and jump when you lit up the pump to make
your body get up and jump thats your adrenaline rush like when a mother fucker
have to go pick up the pump to make a trigger pick up and thump so make the
bass kick up and bump and let the rythm hit off the funk (repeat)
(Twista)
Pullin' up bailin' out like we carsick and ready to start shit start up buryin'
some heads like an ostrich unload the whole cartrige and throw the shells in
the garbage the hardest of motherfuckers could never achieve what i've
accomplished YungBucks my acomplice located his exsistance with my 6th sense
like a compass and started on a journey to a star just to stop this rushin' up
the of the niggas to get em' charged whats the real reason? All you haters try
to murder me so now it's kill season and even though i'm still bleeding im'a
keep coming cuz i'm still breathing and ya'll can't trace me i'm buyring my
victims in the wall like Gacy too lyrical and since the snip of my umbilical
these flows is critical my music is miracle like i'm biblical, killin' like i'm
nuttier than Buddy Love and still wouldn't leave a bloddy glove and start the
truck up let's be the fuck up getaway smokin' this blunt dub the adrenaline
eruptin' my veins and i'm pumped up
(YungBuck)
And i'm calibrated at 360 degrees see that's 300 niggas thats gon' die bout' 60
slugs to do this deed (Psychodrama) we too much for the industrealists to fuck
with this on the brink of fuckin' up some shit, dismantle deduct some shit it's
hard to imagine what niggas got nerves to do, so I guess I just take that
fuckin' nerve from you then think what i'm on the verge to do and I got the
urge ooh let semi close your curtains fool from killin' the verses fool I be
one of the worstest dude (you the who?) I'm the worstest lurkin' bout 9
millimeters above your surface unleash these thangs and I defeat your purpose,
you hurtin'
(chorus)
twista - alright
[Verse One: Kanye West]
On a scale of one to ten, what do you rate yourself
Here's some champagne, hydrate yourself
I know I'm lookin' good, you lookin' great yourself
I mean you shittin' on these bitches, you should hate yourself
My style so cold I could skate myself
But I go so hard I could make it melt
I mean the flow so solar every bar
Could power an electric car
My, my, my, whips is side-by-side
He just talkin', mine's outside
Do you mind if I
Take you on a test
Do you have all-wheel drive
And if that baby purr, I'm gonna baby her
Bitches gon' hate and maybe worse
Cause your ice so brrr I copped you a baby fur
Just to work
I know you was on pur-pur
But this is a whole new arena
See, niggas come by talkin' bout they make it rain
I'll make that bitch Katrina
Mr. Kanye Omari, with my Entourage, no Ari
And a motorcycle jacket, no Harley
She said dude, that's cool
Gnarly
[Hook: 4x]
Alright alright, alright
Alright alright, alright
Alright alright, alright
Alright, alright
[Verse Two: Twista]
Twista where you at
Abracadabra, did he vanish
Hurry up and come out
But I ain't want to panic
I say that I'm in the zone
But they don't understand it
Physically I'm here but mentally I'm on another planet
And it only kinda made 'em look at me like I was stupider
Now they askin' which planet, is it Jupiter
So I let the money show cause I know stacks could talk
I'm mackin' on bitches with my intergalactic thoughts
In my Mercedes Benz
Pull up on a chick and holla at her and her lady friends
Like as rich as an Arabian
I'm kickin' pure flows
Euros they pay me in
For what I put together in the dungeon
I'm lookin' for a Uk chick with a nice onion
Never beat it up like Paul Bunyan
And I can't believe they let an American Werewolf in London
Especially when drinking Gs with a tonic
Steady be trippin' while smokin' on the hydroponic
When I spit it like this they be callin' me bionic
Kanye with the Twist, nigga, how ironic
And I'm astonished haters don't wanna see me on
They wanna know how Twista get the easy dome
Swag off the chain, twenty-threes be chrome
Artful Dodgers with the Yeezys on
Gone
[Hook]
[Verse Three: Twista]
I'm blowin' on flame but yours is all white
And I'mma pull up in the Bentley all white
Step up in the club with nothing but all dykes
Sippin' on some Louis and partyin' all night
Phony-ass people, I don't feel they demeanor
So I hop in the rocket and go and chill over Venus
One of rap's heroes, who came from zero
Makin' something out of nothing, call me Gilbert Arenas
Now I'm fuckin' with divas that rock the stadiums
Blow my brains back 'til my face be numb
I am the shit
It don't make me numb
Rockin' wit a swagger like I got an eight-feet gun
And my flow be colossal cause I spit the impossible
Whether with rhythm no limit to what I can do
See through a prism when I conquer an obstacle
And always get money no matter how illogical
I follow through because, uh
twista - april story
I never believed
I'd ever meet a day like this.
I've changed.
Thinking you're the one makes me smile.
I'm not nervous at all.
I don't even feel embarrassed.
I want my breathing to continue to bother you.
This shaking feeling, I want to send to you.
I want to be close to you.
last line!
Rap) I'm keeping your face in mind
during the times when I can't stop thinking of you.
I wanted to stay by my side
to keep the happy feeling that grabbed a hold of me.
I'm like transparent glass that can't escape anything.
Mysterious eyes that glanced at me are the ones I
like,
even when I laughed foolishly.
I want it to me just you and me,
so I could sing you splendid songs to make you happy.
I'll allure you with my warm sight and
attract you with my low voice comforting like the
rain.
If I met you today,
if you approached me first,
I'm going to speak the word that's on the tip of my
lips.
twista - art amp life
[Intro: Young Chris]
Yeah..
Young Chris, M-eez, my nigga Free-Wheez
The boy Twista
Holla
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 up
Known to dish the raw, dish the law if they come up
And cheddar 'till the sun up..
If there's a ransom and the law get involved, then we never get it summed up
Never put ya gun up, if ya come round me
I go to war wit' niggaz 'round the corner from 'round me
You could front 'round me, but I read through that
Wit' the mili' and I ain't talkin' 'bout no Segal mac
Niggaz see shoot back, we can see to that
Hit yo front letters see through back, bring yo peoples back
And I used to grind out on my friend's spot
'til he's mom wanted my Tim-bots
Now my paint got me discounts
Or trans-quo all around the world, like I was signed to Pimp-dot
And if it's ten targets and I got ten shots
I'm tryin' to leave at least nine out of them ten shot..
[Memphis Bleek]
I got my mind on my money, money on mind
But some say its a gift, I don't write but I rhyme
I, complete songs with just one try
Tell 'em it's no lie, I beef all my life...dogg
I never think, it's already there
I find ways to say it, so you motherfuckers hear it
And when you hear it you feel it, you know its real so
This is how I live it, how it's pictured for real...nigga
I'm shittin' for real
Diamonds against wood, underground king for real
Big crib when I lay, yeah I'm livin' for real
Trust me the guns come off the shelf whenever shit'll get real
Automatics and extended clips, that's what I'm hittin' wit'
Dummies in the black rhinoes
Yeah, they be killin' shit
Masked up kidnap shit, that's how my niggaz get
Chi-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 chest
It's just, another hustle paper gettin' made and fold
Get mad, you street niggaz finally made it
I swoop five, he know the ride, heavily loaded
Deliver pies like cake, they go straight through yo payment...yup!
Chump...you don't really wanna war
With the State Prop clique, if ya clique shot us, squad up
S-P game so damn tough, the 4 4 in the 5th tucked ya'll can't hang
Transporter turned rapper, get a camcorder film my life
Still acclompished, tryin' to fill they cups
The rap version of Mandela, call my bluff
We still the street dwellers, feel my pain (my pain)
I spit a verse and split a clip in the rain
A fool-proof when the full force open you up (what!)
[Twista]
Twista will rock you, you don't want the thug apostle to pop you
Hostile when I drop you, turnin' everything colossal to fossiles
I speak street gospel, all they life I spit words and paint portraits
For real niggaz that hold down they fortress and serve off of porches
Hit 'em in the body wit' the powerful forces, that'll end all your doubt
Make you clean up your house, bag up an ounce, hit the dance floor and bounce
We 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-wheezy
So speak and breath easy... Or the scutches my future in 3D
I like wars, I'm from a city full of Vice Lords, and GD's
Breeds and Souls, 2-6's, Kings, BD's and Stones
Spanish cobras and all the true soldiers, survive and I'm gone!
Watch me spit if for the killers and hustler's, flippin' all the pounds and bricks
Hate on me I'ma bust at you hoes, and I put eleven down wit' a clip
Niggaz servin' fiftys and hundreds, when I see you and I'm on yo tip
Twista and this East-Coast regime, it's that chi-roc shit
twista - artllery
Restraint!
Artilerry motherfucker, legit balling bitch but don't get it twisted
Ain't no hoes over here
Yeah, we got guns nigga, aimed at all you hating bitches
From K-Town to the Manor, Holy City to the Wild Hundreds
The war is on, and all my killers is riding
Todd Nitty, what you got for these hoes (click...clock...blast)
[Todd Nitty]
I got that 9 double M glock, with the infrared beam dot
Aiming at your knot, making your heart stop
Yelling out "Fuck Tha Po" who some call it 5-0
Better look out for when they pull that kick door
Nothing but gangstas, thats all who I hang with
Slanging them thangs with, came up in the game with
The fucking hood rats, because them some broke hoes
Me get a rich bitch and stick her for her dough
The Manor in that K-Town, thats how we put it down
Letting off fifty rounds, thats how our shit sound
Artillery up the ass, scullies and ski masks
9's and bubble masks, gunning at your ass
Motherfucking street thugs, legit ballers
Money and the power, moving that flour
Taking no shorts and taking no losses
Hauling niggas asses off in coffins with that..
[hook]
One, two, three, 45.'s,
Six, seven, eight, nine milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump nigga [4x]
A nigga riding with stealers, hustlers, killers all my life
Legit Ballers bitch, don't even try to fuck with us gangsta's
Because we some mobstas
You come with that bullshit, then pussy I'll pop ya'
See it's that nigga Todd Nitty, that be squeezing triggers like bitches
titties
Who is it, the most left on nigga, they crept on nigga, with that teflon nigga
And it went BLOW! BLOW! body bag that bitch
Sent his ass to the morgue with the rest of them snitches
I heat 'em up like a motherfucking Newport
Left his ass with more holes than a golf course
What you thought boy, I'm from that 9th Ward
Where them stories are true about them Manor boys
How we leaving 'em, bleedin' and crawling on the ground
Like he's a dead nigga now
[hook]
I got that love for my nigga Twist, for aid and assistance
He told me holsters, caught him up in some bullshit
Don't even trips though, I'm heading in your route
Soon as I roll up, we puttin' they lights out
Poppin' a clip in, with one in the chamber
[Twista]
Finna' ride on a stranger, put the hoes life in danger
[Todd Nitty]
Started letting off hollows, straight through they car door
[Twista]
I'm a G from Chicago, pull the game weightless where I go
[Todd Nitty]
Bustin' pistols with laser injects, putting holes in they Avarex
[Twista]
Going straight through your tailored vests, now it's you or your neighbor next
[Todd Nitty]
Now we got your boy tied up, to the hideout we ride up
[Twista]
They gonna show us the stash-pot, with the little handles side up
[Todd Nitty]
Took the money and lello, and thats hwo the day goes
[Twista]
Get the bankroll, gotta gank hoes, and I got the 44.
Time to leave finna' go
Hit 'em with that...
[hook]
twista - back 2 school
[Tung Twista]
back to school lets go back to school
lets go lets go back to school to the oldschool
[chorus 4x]
lets go back to school to the old school
to the times when the single file lines was the rule
to the days that we had to study all the maps
the days we were kiddin not to take the kid naps
the days when we used to have to wear the dunce caps
and the days when we used to bust the oldschool raps
sittin with your buddy studyin for ya test
lookin back so that you see up under betty's dress
couldnt wait for bells to ring so we can go to recess
to kick the battle rhymes just to see who was the best
there were seven emcee's in the 7th grade
i would kick seven rhymes had only seven made
but those seven rhymes we stole
note the way your toning
i gave the class a blast the way i smash my opponents
battlin was serious they've all ducked the fist
because i kick the funky fresh rhymes like fish
try to swing but they miss they miss like this
Rasheeda's on the monkey bars blowin me a kiss
throwin rhymes back and forth on the see saw
just to mess with him because i know that he saw
winkin at Latrice because i know that she saw
several suckas tried to push us down but we saw
these are the days when the tounge used to rule
recess is over lets go back to school
[chorus]
goin back to school like Rodney Dangerfield
to the lunchroom where the cooks arrange a meal
ate the sloppy joe where my friends copy so
we can try to get more than emcees can flow
the fun fun fun funky able fable
i stake the style standin on the stable lunch table
finish up the rhyme so i can pass it to the next
throw em back and forth till we heard the bells flex
left the lunchroom went to the gymnasium
ut time to flow we call it a rap stadium
throwin rhymes back and forth like a symphany
i wanna start a battle so step to him for me
the whylin got sensible because we saw the principal
like grammar school somehow the principal's invicible
shot a couple hoops the rims are called fruit loops
and if you miss we say opps and leave the gym like troops
single file line but we were still at the pool
the day is over tommorrow back to school
[chorus]
after school im home with my mom she's pleased
cuz rappin help me learn there were never F's and D's
cuz when im spellin bees it would help me stand these
didnt worry about freaks on the street sellin keys
rock the streets beats from the mouth no tracks
rhymes be simple bust on how they aint wack
i walk into a battle say what we havin here
back in them days i was called a cavalier
me and baby used to flow the flows like food
me and James Phillips used to rock the high schools
me and Carl Tolta used to rock the neighborhood
Don and Aviator used to show that they were good
me and Johnny Love used to rock the rock parties
and my brother Johnny kicks a dance to fade everybody
me and kingdom rock used to rock the south blocks
an empire of destruction had emcees on their jocks
the past i have stated, they way we used to rule
even though we graduated lets go back to school
[chorus]
twista - ball wit us
[Chorus 1: 2X]
Dance threw the cha cha for me ma mama
Shake and make it drop drop for your pa papa
Touch your hips and your na na
Get high
Bounce with them ta tas
Don't stop
(Dance threw the cha cha for me ma mama
Shake and make it drop drop for your pa papa
Come on)
[Chorus 2: Johnny P]
Ball wit us
Come and ball wit us
(Ball wit us
Come ball wit us)
Ball wit us
You can ball wit us L.e.g.i.t
Wont you come and ball with J.P
[Turtle Banxx]
Cha cha baby girl
Step off inside this legit world
Hang out like motorcycles and on Madison and Micky d's parkin' lot
Legit ballaz status
My playas call the shots
Get away from neighborhoods gang they tied
This raccoon leather and wood grain at night
Smoked cars pound
Call L.A 5
Twista smoked 2 b's so now we valley high
[Liffy Stokes]
It aint nothing to floss and ballI
live a life that say a high price cost to ya'll
Jet set with my hair hanging out the vet
Doing donuts on the air cuz the streets wet
Bringing more rats
Sippin' on the finest
You might fine this
Fly as the nigga roll
Smoking on the Philly slow
Screamin' what dilly hoe
I got a whirlpool sweet at the mo mo
Plus a quarter of some hydro
With the rainjo
[Chorus 3]
Ball wit us
Come and ball wit us
L.a.g.i.t
Wont you come ball wit J.P
Come on
Ball wit us You can ball wit us
Rockin platinum ice
That's what's ballin life like
[Miss Kane]
Now everybody wanna get a glimpse
Of the little miss
Now that I'm rollin with twist
I keep my shit legitimist
Got condos up the lake
Cd's and tapes
Keep a shit
Look it straight
DVDs to plate
Lay back on the E-way
Switchin up lanes
Eyes low from the dro
Me and Liffy just lain
Rockin the gold
Sippin mo
Get the party of the chin
We got enough dope for yall all to hang
So come up come up
[Chorus 4]
So many ladies
Wearing the thongs
They drop it, shake it, working that booty
Nobody's hatin'
Cuz when we ballin we are family
Legit ballaz Legit ballaz
Holdin' the not cherry drop top
Haters cock block, block, block, hot clock, cock block
listen to some pac and roll
With my thick (yo) bitch
While she lick on my (dick) I (flick)
Boy got the thangs on em'
Tires is slickin'
Petroleum rollin' on nenollium
Legit ballaz at the podium
church is here
Haters is gonna be hurt this year
Show it out of the club
Shorty why don't you twirp it here
Befo we sweat lets take some pictures to add to the portfolly
Moey, droey, that shit I smoke with my homies
Taking penitentiary poses thirty ballers strong
Only takin' pictures with bitches that gon' show us the thong
The party full of phetty, phatty, thicker than patties
Come here don't be scareda
Daddy lets row in the caddie
You know you wanna holla screamin' out dolla dolla
But turn my back to prada as soon we step in the ramada
[Chorus 5]
Ball wit us
Come and ball wit us
(Come on and ball wit us)
(It aint nothing but a scream like mine)
Ball wit us
You can ball wit us
L.e.g.i.t
Wont you come ball with J.P
Ball wit us
Come and ball wit us
(Ball wit us)
Ball wit us
You can ball wit us
(Ball wit me baby)
We paper chasin'
Jump out the hood
It feels good
Ballin like crazy
Cuz when we ballin we are family
Legit ballaz Legit ballaz
[Chorus 6: 2X]
Dance threw the cha cha for me ma mama
Shake and make it drop drop for your pa papa
Touch your hips and your na na
Get high
Bounce with them ta tas
Don't stop
(Dance threw the cha cha for me ma mama
Shake and make it drop drop for your pa papa
Come on)
[Chorus 7]
Ball wit us
Come and ball wit us
L.e.g.i.t
Won't you come and ball wit J.P
Ball wit us
You can ball wit us
Come on ball wit us
twista - bennie franks
no muggy manny man gonna feel this shit here tramp
try out the (?) bobby land rasta man one land one land live one land love
you come you come you test the rasta
you come you come you test the rasta
you test Bennie and I told ya motherfucker boom
now ya fucking dead
[Bennie Franks]
I drop bombs like who say mad ass
verbal ammunition when I solve a blast ass I stash cash
assassination like Ras Kass
bitches and 10 hut
I'ma money making soldier cause I don't give no fuck
the world is mine
you stepping over gages grenades and land mines so hand mine
if you was around nigga you probably ban mine
off the loado watching out for the rorrow popping at the po po
99 brinks truck candy apple sitting on normols
them niggas don't wanna see us come up
so fuck them marks for the legit ballers for the world blow up
its ain't no sold off shit I'm still top of the mess
check Tom disrespect Tom teflon through his chest
and fuck em for T
I'm rolling in my candle camouflage
wing ding and white wands and now I ready to march
embark on this who trying to whip the lyrical arsonist
look learn and listen my baguette still glisten
my nine shines its 6 past 6 so bitches prime time
who in they write mine nigga trying to define rhyme
L-E-G-I-T ballers
give it up for them pistol pistol the knuckle street baller
come on
[chorus]
B-E double N I-E Franks
B-E double N I-E Franks
B-E double N I-E Franks
B-E double N I-E Franks
[chorus 2]
its a joint we completed niggas ballers boy
thats the money making soldiers bringing all the noise
ain't nothing on ya block but them vocaling toys
riding tinted out real straps hoes galore
[Bennie Franks]
now it don't get no deeper than this
mr. obysis come on my style with a twist
I'm out the midst
checking ya style is too close for coffin
put me to stand and nigga ya playing
If your all shit surrounding I'm abandoning
I strike back like heaven on
I'm on a spree taking out all niggas sounding like me like Andrew Cullonon
y'all can go to a reawrike guiness on a one road business
its a sin to swallow all the witness now I'm guilty by suspicion
I know this shit got ya mind twisted so who I make concern
tossing this shit like blind bitches touching ya ass getting burned (ahh)
212 of them degrees wrecking impostor emcee's chop em off at the knees
face to face with your enemy
I'm G.I. to C-H-I C-H yo heffa
fo fo go go blow em outta his a betta chose yo
the return of the funeral cage right
come on ya all do wanna do it to Tillman or a Ben Jagger
cause its that nigga from the 3-1-2 capital double L-L
bring the noise shit we bound to burn them boys
although he's a nice guy and when the drought is to em I brought em pain
come on rasta man tell em what the the thang hey
[chorus 1]
[chorus 2]
[Bennie Franks]
B-E double N I-E Franks
who want to come test me now think
the game is over its officially my time
you fuck around nigga and get ya label shut down
who them niggas try to diss and made a clip but they miss
y'all shouldn't a let me tangle legit ballers and twist
I axe ya wrist off (i ya ya)
who can I trust hits ya (i ya ya)
who can I bust I fiend for cash put beans on fast got singers as jack
I told ya save that shit for last
guard ya glamoura I'm fucking up opponents and challengers
shoulda charged ya stamina here comes the
watch me damage ya
we mash and bang with mask and thang
get jacked ya name reclaim the game and I'll blast ya fame
you say the war is on bring it I spare you
come back to my city nigga I dare you
[chorus 1]
[chorus 2 2x]
well you test my family I look here now motherfucker
you test Bennie and I told ya motherfucker boom
now ya fucking dead, they might not know
but that the news land done dadd you big bad bully frog you
twista - birthday
Birthday
Somebody in here it's ur birthday x3
Everybody move like it's ur birthday
Birthday
Mama dance on ur birthday
Mama go break it down on ur birthday
Birthday
X8
Celebrate girl nobody can compare with you
Birthday in January s she Aquarius
So they say they say that pussy got miles like Darius
But she look better then most chicks in her area
Shorty don't wanna like me like g
Only fucking with the thugs and the white g's
Birthday February so im pieces
Its the fish tales in long island ice teas then write after january is febuary was a girl that was an aries who always be smokin berries passed out sho but her stuff so hairy ass so fat earings cannary now break it down wit yo friends you a tourist plus I heard you were split two a heads from a touris I see the balloons and the women lookin gorgeous somebody break it down for me when you hear the chorus
Somebody in here it's ur birthday x3
Everybody move like it's ur birthday
Birthday
Mama dance on ur birthday
She look so good got me actin like im finna die the type so thick she catch the other women eye knew she was feaky when she told me she was a gemini she wanna do somethin freaky wit me her friend and I tho she spanish I do not understand her but I love the way she movin the fatty round like she a dancer birthday in june im tryna get cancer smoke up the room like im tryna get cancer shawty grown now she so leo only latino on the geo like she 3-0 on the grind to be a big C-E-O shes the one takin me when I gotta see my P-0 her face is fine but I gotta let her know she so fly down south like were the birds go thats the type of body a baller wanna splurge for and she a third slow cuz she virgo
Somebody in here it's ur birthday x3
Everybody move like it's ur birthday
Birthday
Mama dance on ur birthday
Mama go break it down on ur birthday
Birthday
X8
Born october 12 yea she a libra pussy so good that I could never leave her I like the way she rolls my candy dats a fever shawty you bad here take my visa kickin an extra ordinary flow she was original wit the swagger like a married hoe ill be delibral I wanna stab her wit my torpieto she was on top of me stickin my body cuz she a scorpio there was a time I could remember a sagitarius I was the first she let to touch her pubic area we were young im the one that made her cherry bust now that im grown I still be gettin that hairy stuff im the illest fuckin rapper born showin love to a dissimbaled dime-piece cuz she my favorite capicorn its yo b-day let me cut that cake come out the pants an let me cut that cake somebody
Somebody in here it's ur birthday x3
Everybody move like it's ur birthday
Birthday
Mama dance on ur birthday
Mama go break it down on ur birthday
Birthday
X8
twista - blood in blood out
me and my closest roll dog,
came up at an early age on the corner servin 'cane,
gang bangin and everythang,
we some mutherfuckin gangstas,
roll to the right,
blood in, blood out brothas, and we swore that was for life,
servin them keys of weed, and be clockin them G's a week,
we got whatever you need, just a come and see me,
or my mutherfuckin nug bout to show this city up, show love,
or catch that bug from that nine millimeter slug,
i broke bread with this nigga, i bust lead with this nigga,
heard he fucking with the feds,
can't believe it, not my nigga,
sellin me for the cash, was he movin too fast,
talkin behind my back to them damn hood rats,
i'm going crazy, ain't that a bitch,
you try and get bitched and your closest Rodey
turns into a snitch,
just smilin and laughin in your fucking face,
went behind your fuckin back, hookin you with a fuckin case,
going insane and i don't know what to think,
paranoid out my mind as i take another drink
of that hennessy, motherfuckin cognac,
got me reachin for my nine,
bout to peel this niggas cap,
so i walked out the house
and i headed for the corner,
i seen that nigga, creeped up on him,
bitch you's a goner,
up that itchy to his temple, why'd you try to fuck me Rodey,
started cryin seeing me,
nigga this ain't no New Jack City,
and my name ain't no mutherfuckin Nino Brown,
a tear rolled down my cheek, then i blew his brains on the ground,
sirens all around, lights all in my face,
dick boys on the case, so i headed towards the gate,
bitch freeze,
bitch please,
thats what i told them punk ass cops,
all of a sudden i heard a shot,
couldn't believe i just got popped,
didn't drop, turned around, grabbed my nine, then i pulled it,
started yelling just like fates, bitch i took your fuckin bullet,
everything turned cold, and got dark,
i couldn't feel nothan but the beatin of my heart
blood in blood out
i thought that we was family
can't believe he crossed me
got to break him off G
am i my brother's keeper
i thought that was for life
its gonna be a murder this nigga gots ta die
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