MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
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 & 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
twista - blue
Moh leun chae nahl jee oo lyuh heht duhn guhn jee nuh moo moh jah lahn neh gah heem deun guhn jee
Boo dahm seuh luhp duhn neh yahk sohk eul ee nuhl jee chee neh geh heht neun jee
Ee jeh neun soh yohng up neun gee deh jee mahn meh eel bahm neh moh seup mahn geuh lee neun guhl
Oo yuhn hee seu chin moh seup mahn ee lah doh nuhl boh goh ship peun guhl
Gah kkeum shik neh sehng gahk jee chin chae jahm deul gohn hae ah lyun hahn neh kkoom sohk ae juh jeun chae hae meh ee dah
Shee leen gah seum euh loh kkeh uh goh gehl juh uh doh yuh juhn hee nuhl gee dah lee neun nah
Nuh up shee sahl ah gah doh gwen chan dah goh nuhl dduh nah hehng bohk hahl soo eet geht dah goh
Geuh luht geh ah peun nahl gahm choo lyuh hae doh noon mool mahn nah neun guhl
Rap) yuh juhn hee meh eel bahm eul geuh luht geh geuh lee wuh hae nuhn nahl sheep geh dduh naht jahn ah
Geuh luhn nuhl cha mah eet jee moht hae seul puh ha dah jahm deul uh gah nah kkoom sohk ae suh nuhl hae meh dah gah
Jahm shee lah doh kkoom ae suh kkeh uh nahl ddeh mah dah moo nuh jee neun neh moh seup eul bah lah bwah
Doo noon eul gahm sah goh ool eum eul gahm chwuh doh heuh leuh neun noon mool ae mohk ee meh uh wah
Ddoh jeh bahl kkoom ee ah nee gee leul bah lah myuh boo leuh neun nuh ae ee leum gah mahn hee
Geuh juh pyun ahn hee noon eul gahm ah boh lyuh ae suh doh neh moh seup mahn ee
Ddoh dah shik seup peum ae jahm gee neh byun hahm up seul neh eel eul maht gee ae
Gah kkeum shik choo uhk sohk ae joh yohng hee oot gee doh hae uh lyuh oon bah lehm deul ae huh tahl hahn oo seum kkah jee
Jahm shee nuhl neu kkee myuh muh mool soo mahn eet dah myun hehng bohk hahn mee soh dwel ten deh
Ee luht geh nahm gyuh jin ah peum ee jee mahn ah peum suhk een geuh lee oom ppoon ee jee mahn
Nahm eun ee noon mool dah heul lee goh nah myun ee jeul soo eet neun guhl
twista - break em up
[Highbeam]
put ya guns down
its time to squad now
ya'll then kick it up in the club dont try to run now
he's saying thugged out
but back in 88 bust I heard ya plugged out
thats what ya name and became and moved down south
still the bitch you was in the city
mo money mo cash mo hoes now ya sitting on 20
if it came down to it nigga fuck your mob
and if ya wanna get em all we can squad and squad
I say now who want they ass kicked ass kicked
who wanna get touched with plastic plastic
I see ya standing in the path trick path trick
now do ya wanna be around bitch around bitch
cuz I dont give a fuck if the club on ya block or not
cuz if ya step on our toes then its bound to get hot
its bound to get heated all of us we got a SK and a chopper
better utensils bound to break me off proper
from the 51st ward nigga
we all ghetto so while ya practice looking hard nigga
you need to let go and umm remove ya bodyguard nigga
how ya'll wanna do it
we can take it to the yard nigga we rob niggas
[chorus]
break em up
fuck that let them niggas fight
break em up
fuck that let them niggas fight
I cant breathe somebody get em off me
I cant breathe anybody get em off me
break em up
fuck that let them niggas fight
break em up
fuck that let them niggas fight
I cant breathe please get em off me
I cant breathe mothafucka get em off me
[Highbeam]
back the fuck up
who in the hell wanna get it on
Ima bout to pull a kick door like that nigga James Jones
lets move these bitches in lets get these niggas out
is that your girl keep talking shit Ima slap the gold outta her mouth
cuz Im a real nigga for all my trio niggas
Im squashing the issue cock back hit em in his grill nigga
fuck how ya feel nigga
jumped in make ya drinks feel nigga
tear the club up like the mafia till I make a mil nigga
shorty shake something
the way you look and make a nigga wanna rape something
standing on the side of me
oh no but drunk at the bar looking like ya wanna take some
and if somebody ask how much my bitch cost
with an ignorant ass I burst like that and bound to get tossed
reload this disrespect for that nigga
that'll be your arm and your leg
your arm and your leg
when he jumped up like a bomb in his head
lets see and we make thugs like us make bloodshed turn clubs red
get in the middle of one of my fights Ima leave ya all dead
[chorus]
[Big Body]
well I fell up in the club tonight
hit the bar had broads on my nuts cuz Ima balla
legit is dub click real niggas to fuck with
Big Body and Highbeam we all up in this bitch
tearing the club up tear the club up
popping that hoe shit that gets yo ass fucked up
so what ya thought nigga that we was soft nigga
hell no nigga get that ass tossed nigga
five strength dont slang a gang fucking banga
and in our head shot rearranging ya frame
Im like ugh ugh ugh beat this nigga down
security cant get us off ya ass now
we dont dance no more like Goodie MO-B
all we do is squad and a 9 milli's
Chi town to the dirty south we gonna get ya crunk
when we fall up in the party watch the deck go up
[chorus]
twista - burning my face with tears
When i bury my face with tears
When you throw away the day
I will swallow my tears too
From when (think back to the past how we used to be)
I am prepared to beg
I will know in advance
(i look back and i can't forget a single moment, uh!)
Do it for me
Truly i need you, but when i called you weren't there
There are no tears, but the day i gave up i cried
**the memories which break in this starlit day throw
away your name
It can't be erased, i will erase myself
I don't know (think back to the past how we used to
be)
The reason i urgently gave up
Love in advance
(i look back and i can't forget a single moment, uh!)
Do it for
I will endeavor everyday to try to change things
It wasn't the truth that you could just throw me away
without caring
The lingering spreads as cold as ice
The day you left me i cried
** (repeat)
* (repeat)
twista - bussin no discussin
[Intro]
Yo Twist!
Shit, niggaz out here been talkin real sideways man
Shit... it's time to show niggaz what's really hood
[Chorus: Twista]
Bussin never discussin
People are runnin niggaz is gunnin
Killers are runnin because it was stunnin
Hearin the ambulance when it be comin in
[Twista]
Roll in the Chevy Malibu I know they dig that
In the secret compartment is where I hid that
Try to avoid wherever I see the pigs at
Forty-fo' and black Calico when I push your shit back
When I'm out of town I go wherever the hood at
Because I know where I can get somethin that's good
at
The dopefiends is gon' show me where the kush at
Ain't got no cigarette loaded where the backwood at
Come walkin up and get a pistol in your face hoe
If you want an autograph you better say so
Otherwise everybody gon' have to stay low
Cause I'm about to give this motherfucker a halo~!
[Chorus]
[Twista]
Bodies droppin pistols poppin we bustin our tecs
People scatterin around like it was a bomb threat
Got plenty ammunition, show me where your ones at
So much terrorism they askin me where Saddam at
Like Bush I alarm 'em bomb 'em let fire open out
Go forth catch him open choke him and try to smoke him
out
Shit is serious I'ma show you what this dough about
That's what you motherfuckers get for havin an open
mouth
[Chorus]
[Twista]
I'm killin new arrivals every time I shoot a rifle
Leave you suicidal cause everything I do is vital
Displayin mo' evil than the preacher that threw the
bible
Win a Bentley don't think it's mine 'til I show you
the title
In the car breakin up trees, call me a lumberjack
You say you a baller then nigga where the hundreds
at?
Get me in the club, it won't be none of that
A 22 on my body like I'm a Dallas Cowboys running
back
[Chorus]
[Hook: Twista]
Catch one in yo' leg if you RUN UP
Catch one in yo' body if you RUN UP
Catch one in yo' head if you RUN UP
You can end up dead if you RUN UP
I'ma cop me a Benz when I COME UP
I'ma cop me a Beemer when I COME UP
I'ma shit on the phonies when I COME UP
I'ma hit all the homies when I..
[Chorus]
[Twista]
I lay you niggaz out like tomorrow's outfit
You gettin me pissed, you niggaz ain't about shit
Before you get me started I suggest you bounce bitch
I got AR-15's to come up in yo' house with
To tell yo' woman she look good in them killer jeans
Think it's butter I wanna cut her like a guillotine
Need to get at her but right now it's still a dream
I'd like the thong, but right now for the microphone
I'm still a fiend
[Chorus]
[Twista]
I'm on the block servin up rock like Johnny Unitas
With killer niggaz we didn't really care if you like
us
Vicious, so cold, that I be catchin laryngitis
Still shit that's hotter than any temperature on
fahrenheit is
Gotta read celsius just to say you felt me bust
Better be yo' healthiest thinkin you can belt me up
All up in my face talkin 'bout you gon' tell me WHAT
I ain't gon' be the one needin my homies to help me
up
[Chorus]
[Hook]
[Chorus]
[Twista]
Now come in with that let me take a lil' hit of the
blig
This pussy nigga right here wanna get rid of my nigz
He don't want it cause we got the chrome
thing-a-ma-jigs
And I make a nigga quit rappin and go get him a gig
I'm buck when I'm on a mission you better watch how I
do
You got what I want so I'm creepin cause I got a
rival
I'm thirsty as FUCK~! and money is the water bottle
Thinkin you hard to follow but I'm on you like
Polamalu
[Chorus]
[Twista]
With the shotty I'ma bring drama to you quarter
leagues
Make that mighty dollar if I gotta transport a ki
Call me Ali Baba cause I'm runnin with 40 thieves
30-somethin and I be hotter than all the shorties be
32 shot automatic, yeah I call it magic
Two clips, 34 shots, pall bearers and a casket
A couple of glocks, to kill off any cause of static
Didn't have the calico but you broke cause you thought
I had it
[Hook]
[Chorus]
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