Twista - Overdose Lyrics

Twista - Overdose Video

Shit, niggas got me higher than a motherfucker off up in here, man.

Damn, the fuck y'all get this weed from?

Motherfucker overdose or some shit off this shit, god damn

Check this shit out though..

 

(Twista)

Now pussy player haters say that I'm too raw with it

But y'all thinkin cause I be talkin shit

Them hoes say that nigga cold as hell

Fuck what the punks are talkin bout

I wanna get up with that big ballin bitch

Plus niggas feelin what I'm on as well

Plus got my mind in the zone

The one that's rocking fresh Pelle Pel's

Sweet tooth'll shine on his bone

Somebody beatin up the block on fresh rider rims

If it's me hell, you can tell by the design on the chrome

Crying on the phone

Hoe thinkin I'm in love with her

Cause she took me shoppin and had me tryin on cologne

So I left her on the line with the tone

Got up with this other bitch

Brought no weed cause she fire'n up her own

So hurry with the Phillie bitch, I'm really sick

Off of some illa shit

Here go a rusty razor blade, but still it split

And fill it with the killer shit so I can really trip

It's like the bud was tailor made for milli-clips

And mac-10's, I lit the b from the back end

Straight to the chest and it got me sprung

My lungs started collapsing shit nigga what's happenin?

The sess got me trippin off the drums and guns, ready for action

Duck a swang or either other thang

Try to be tough and bang and scuff and hang

Suffer pain left deranged then youse a bogus m'uhfucker mayn

Since the beat struck a vein, I'm too strange

For m'uhfuckers to compete with

I'm on some infrared heat shit

With a deep clique, what I eat sleep shit

Well if it's a freak bitch, she can suck a sweet dick

Til she's seasick; blockin niggas out like an eclipse

When smokin them devils put your hands together

Like you know the host

Cause ain't no nigga that can resist the words from the Twist'

Leavin niggas comatose from my overdose

 

Chorus: Twista

 

I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it

We overdosin on weed and sendin all y'all off into a thang

Kill off all enemies while makin G's, catch you off on your knees

And snatchin fees now that I'm up in this game

I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it

We overdosin on weed and sendin all y'all off into a thang

Kill off all enemies while makin G's, catch you off on your knees

Niggas rollin me b's just so they can hang

 

(Twista)

Can you figure out the cause and effect?

Niggas comin on your set

Thugs comin out they drawers with a tec

Victim bleedin from the neck

Shirts is getting wet, shorties yellin threats

Lookin for the one who called for the deck

Now they airin out the hall in the spot

Hitting stomachs leavin niggas pinched up

Bodies balled in a knot

Bullet holes in the wall from a glock

Searchin for the one who called in the shots

Hypes crawlin for rocks

Goin all in the socks of the recently deceased

From what was released

From the chrome beast to the dome piece

Visions in my mind bein increased by inner beef

And some grief, but when I chief on some strong leaf

I'm snappin hard enough to make a nigga try to check his own chief

Violate him but can't annihilate him

Pickin up his own teeth and it's on with the microphone deep

Stimulate him with pistols penetrate him

Nerves still droppin cause adrenaline pumpin is a m'uhfucker

Hit him with the steel bloodsuckers

Murdered the bud, and I was makin sure

Every one of you hoe studs suck us

And I bullshit you not if it was full clips, two glocks

You would still die or you'll get too hot

Cause when my fuel kick you'll drop

Hypes is trickin on you

Tell me where he at bitch and you'll get two rocks

(Okay!) Cause when my tool click you'll pop

Can't have this hype nigga stop shit, I'm hazardous

Makin musical miracles like I'm Jesus of Nazerath

Yet disasterous, smokin on half and hash, fuck if it's cancerous

Bust ass (??) cause I mastered this

It's hard to breathe, I'm bustin like an A-bomb

Cause I'm in the zone, twenty-two a cold shit up my sleeve

It's hard to stay calm

Thinkin about the bitches that I've been up on

Hittin my enemies and competition up with lethal rolls

That's damagin, flows that's callous and we're leavin

Thick ladies frantic and people in the industry panickin

I thought we got in this to get out of pistol handlin

Now it's possible m'uhfuckers could start vanishin

Fuck the Anacin I be toking plenty of stanky for stress

And flowin over notes; them studs thinkin they can get close

I know I got you trippin off the shit

A nigga said off a overdose

 

Chorus

 

(Twista)

C'mon and toke on a dub with me; I love cities with parties

That's full of bitches where they let me rub titties

Be able to pack a snub with me; in case we get in some static

And gotta start leakin blood from stud skinnies

So don't ask if it's the bud in me; because for some reason

I smoke on some weed and get too wicked and raw

It can't be nickel or somethin, way it's chokin me

Potency'll have me rockin mics

And givin your bitch dick in the jaw, I'm hookin the law

You're lookin in awe, took what you saw

Got the B's pen and pad out the bottom drawer

Then got to bitin and formulatin some shit you called your own

But take it to the rehab cause you got a flaw

To put it simple you ain't cold enough

Trippin out like you can't control the stuff

Lackin rhythm like you known to bust

In a different zone from us

You niggas need to sit the fuck down

Get a swisher and roll this up

If you think I'm speakin too bold, whassup?

I ain't even on no hoe shit; plus the mob is so thick

I'm the type of nigga you should wanna get up close to

And take a smoke with

If there's static then check yo' clique; my mind is so sick

I be tweakin with speakin releasin energy to show I know the ropes

Cause when it comes to this rap shit

Niggas will choke til I'm ghost

While I breath reefer smoke from my overdose

Try to put me to the test, gimme some budda bless

I'll show you who the best

Release the vocal trilogy..

 

Traxter Aight T god damn slow it up mayn! M'uhfuckers done felt you mayn!

We can go on to some next shit

Twista God damn man you stoppin motherfuckers and shit

Man I'm tryin to get my zone on

Let niggas hear what the fuck I'm doin man

Traxter I mean you done zoned man

Let's go to the next cut baby

Twista Man, fuck that shit

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Twista - Loyalty Lyrics

Twista - Loyalty Video

(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)

 

(as lib by Liffy Stokes)

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Twista - Badunkadunk Lyrics

Twista - Badunkadunk Video

Hook:

Badunkadunk (all in yo face when you at the club),

Badunkadunk (slide down the pole for the dirty dub),

Badunkadunk (look at yo ass girl it's so much fun),

Badunkadunk (now tell the DJ I need a hundred ones),

Badunkadunk (what),

Badunkadunk (squat yo),

Badunkadunk (all that),

Badunkadunk (bounce yo),

Badunkadunk (big fat),

Badunkadunk (i love that),

Badunkadunk (now tell the DJ I need a hundred ones)

 

Verse 1:

Oooh shit damn shawty look at that muthafuckin fattie,

Come to daddy, tell me what i gotta do to get you lookin in my custom caddy,

Never wanna let you get up out the ride, When I first took a look my mouth was

Wide, like a tittie with them little bitty shorts she got on, with them thighs

Hangin out the side, when you walkin you gon hurt them other bitches, tellin me

About the way you strut it, even though you only walkin and we still lookin

Like you shouldn't do that shit in public, I can tell right now from what i see

You workin with, you ain't even gotta ask for the blunt, booty so fat, gut so

Nice you could see the ass from the front, you finna hurt me how you twork that

Thang, you get me heated when you pop it baby, fell in love when you came up in

The club, workin that body for mo' gon' pop it baby, I know you got up in the

Rump-shaker contest, let us see what you can do, sip a little somethin while

You bounce that ass, girl you got a badunkadunk

 

Repeat hook

 

Verse 2

Now put that ass in burberry for bentley, now gon' put on the bikini for the

Lamborghini, now let me see you in a car with the big dogs, and when you shake

It for the dollar holla when you see me, now I don't wanna see nobody full of

Rigor mortis, gon' head and jiggle it for the one with money in his hands,

Gon' get up off the stage with the thick ass and come over here by the table

And give me a lap dance, bend over c'mon and get this done, gotta make yo booty

Bounce up in the cut, gotta hit it from the back, shawty got a 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

Work both sides and clap that ass, remember the time when you met two shawties

And you really want the cutest, but you let it slide, cause the other girl

Really got a big badunky booty, now shawty think she fine, only if she really

Knew the truth, I ain't gon' lie girl choke them thighs I'm in love wit yo big

Badunkadunk

 

Repeat hook

 

Verse 3

Can You make it go wobbly-wobbly, c'mon and follow me, take you on a bodily oddesy

And uh, if you let it go jiggley jiggley it makin it wiggly baby you

Could never get rid of me and uh, twork somethin ooh yeah, bet that booty

Softer than jammy-jam, so fat I can barely stand, cuz the dairiare is scary there

Me then, come and drop it for the nigga named Twista, finna pop off on you like

A pistol, got badunkadunk for my mob and ya dunkadunk for jazzy fizzle, girl you

Deserve respect, you look so good girl i'll come at ya, the hottest thing on

The menu when i'm all up in the strip club, i like it when you, strut that

Thang, bounce that ass, work it all the way down to the flo', turn to the top,

Shake it upside down, slide down the muthafuckin pole, work that crowd, give a

Lap dance, shake it like it's 180-proof, take all them over to the vip,

Girl go work yo badunkadunk

 

Repeat hook

 

This is a Jazzy-fizzle Productshizzle, my nizzle. Twista! keep ballin baby!

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Twista - Feels So Good Lyrics

Twista - Feels So Good Video

Intro)

This one goes out to all sides worldwide

Let that playa ass nigga Twista be your guide as we go on a ride

Where playa hatin killers and the hood niggaz thrive

And lame motherfuckers can barely survive

 

(Verse 1)

One morning I woke up next to a thick bitch

Took a shower dried off brushed the gold teeth like Slick Rick

Tapped on Obsession colonge like Doug E. Fresh in the flesh

Think I'm blessed with the zest after slippin on my slick fit

The high discover me, hit the front porch

Two women butterly lovely in front of me got my head gone

I sent the bitch in the bed home cuz one of them

Got chocolate big thighs and the other one was a redbone

Where y'all goin y'all thick as hell

What's your name I wanna get up with y'all tonight shit

I got some homies that lonely never phony we on some hype shit

Call up the buddies that you be tight wit

We ain't really gon be doin too much though

We just ridin around bumpin sounds trippin out while we flame janes

Tappin the horn at the homies that gangbang

And slang 'caine to maintain to mob's the same thing

Or we can chill at the crib and play spades n kick some ass a bit

Speedpass the clit and get passionate

Grab the buckle and unfasten it

And we can get into some ol' nasty shit

Live if I could decide to try, don't play me bogus

This ain't no spin move and I ain't got no time to lie

Tell your girls we gonna be sliding by

But hit the weed tip first cause my clique got to be riding high

Cause it feels so good

 

(Chorus)

It feels so good how we kick it in the hood like uhh (it feels so good)

(When we ridin high)

Rollin through the hood with Phillies and hoes

Straight pimpin with nowhere to go

And it feels so good the way we kick it in the hood ooooh

(it feels so good)

(When we ridin high)

Rollin through the hood with Phillies and hoes

Straight pimpin with nowhere to go

 

(Verse 2)

Me and my homies hooked up some cowards took up

When niggas we lust smokin some but the flame tight

Trippin off how we survivin the rugged terrain

And try to hang tight getting fucked up on gang night

Used to be gang fights now we gotta try to relax with the scrap

Even tho we see Deebo back to back

We still be holdin' stacks of packs

Rollin through wit black blacks, blunt reds, ash trays, and crack sacks

Hustlin and chillin's what I'm focusin on

Been up thru bitch's cribs hopin it's on

If ain't no strokin we strollin along

Rollin the chrome not really trippin

Because we take the smoke to the dome

Bumpin the tunes while bigger roles and herringbones

Glisten from all the sunlight

Peepin the fe's with their hair done tight

Booty hung right and every night we see at least one fight

Hookin up with my fellow Westside cliques

Not together mush

But when are we strapped through and rug cutters

Just like the envy and jealousy throughout the other is love brothers

Ridin every one of y'all my muhfuckers

So put the Black Magic on the tires and get the wax off the chrome

We gon' to blaze on till my brain's blown

Hopin to get my thang on

Not matter what block you stay on kick it

Round the world it's the same song

(so the Mobsters just flame on)

For scratch we was willin' for squirtin' some blood

Now we gatas on hurtin the cuz

From stealin' tips where they're servin' them dubz

Na we got up on some bud

Straight hittin' up the block searching for love

Reach up and hit the d-phone

Smokin delight the body right what the party like

Are you as live as I? come roll with me so we can ride the sky

But only if you let me play with you while we ridin' high

Cause it feels so good

 

(Chorus)

 

(Verse 3)

Sittin back cruising through the slow breeze

Thinkin how can I get mo' cheese

Bumpin a system costin 4 G's

I stay on my P's for the po-P's

Split the Phillie with my door keys

Scoop a female to the crib good get my boy to bring a blessin through

Sit on the floor playin Tekken 2

Lesson two I'm adressin you

Turn out the lights like the World Class Wreckin' Crew

Bring out the best in you

Confessin true lies about your inner thighs

And where they been hopin maybe you be my lady

What's the potatoes without the gravy

What you feelin on maybe soft with the silicone baby

But can you pay me?

Cause daily we be riding in the hope stroll

While rockin dope flows I'll lose the spot if I choose to stop

We can cruise some blocks and talkin' about

How later on you comin' out your clothes, shoes and socks

Now is that news or not?

Come I step on the gas slow and smoke on this last O

Get a B and split it now watch me kill it

Tinted windows took a sealin' off in the Astro

On billets take a choke on so I can really feel it

Thinkin' about not having the rich life

But the hood life was still a good life

N' neva slow always and forever though

For ever more rollin in the ghetto with nowhere to go

And it feels so good

 

(Chorus) 3X

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Twista - Emotions Lyrics

Twista - Emotions Video

(Johnny P) Let me play with your emotions

 

Verse One: Twista

 

Well a motherfucker could never control me, only squeeze me and hold me

That's what the hoe came up and told me

Now is she bold G? But in my mouth is where the gold be

Cause I be pimpin her like Goldie

Gotta get paid in this age my fingers ain't made

Just to be choppin up confetti with, if it's already thick

You better study nigga if you ain't with it you can get it

Cause I ain't even on that petty shit

So who the fuck do I competi with?

The rhythm I kick, is like a rhythmly-wicked-arith-a-metic

Pick em up quick and then give em the dick, thinkin I'm innocent

They up in the mall shoppin for me pickin a fit

I got them heffer's nose red

And when we get in the bed, I be leavin em with rose legs

Stuffin that made em wanna pose dead

But you already got em until you get up in them hoes head

I don't mean to sound bogus or nothin

But it's the bomb when I be havin them cuties thinkin

I'm in love with em, when I'm rubbin em

Be gettin pub with em, in a club with em

Smokin dub with em, huggin em, freakin in the tub with em

After gettin paid from her she ain't trippin

Cause she know she got what she paid for

She honor my name, I gotta tame, here it go

Now we speakin with the game on ways to make mo'

 

Chorus: repeat 2X

 

(Johnny P in background: let me playyyyy, with your emotions)

(Let me play with your) emotions hoe

To the rhythm of a hi-hat, take a puff and lie back

Let me stimulate your mind, body and soul, I know you want to try that

Now motherfucker can you buy that...

Tell me baby can you buy that

I got you under my complete control, you know it's worth more than

Diamonds and gold, now don't be bogus and deny that

 

Verse Two: Twista

 

Now how the fuck you gon' act hoe, I saw you creepin out the back do'

What you runnin from a mack fo'? Lay you on your back slow

Cause you know I got you with my lasso

Blow your mind like a afroCome and take a glimpse of the stairs

It's the aroma of a pimp in the air, I betcha notice the smell

It's like a lotus when I flow dis, cause my eyes be the lowest

If you didn't notice then you bogus as hell

I'm puttin women under my spell, like I'm up in their brain

Pumpin their vein with game for the anatomy that's feminine

They're fillin em up with adrenaline, got em geekin

We're speakin approachin up a pimp like a gentleman

Submission is surrenderin, it ain't no endin if it's on

With a blunt from the bomb side

In the right place, with the right mind and the right line

You can get a lifetime contract

They be wise until they look into your eyes

A shorty freaked when she spotted mine

Took her over to my crib, lay low, hit her off from behind

Then she signed on the dotted-line, the hoe was like

Oooohh Daddy... why you doin me like this?

I'd do anything to be with you, you got me gone in the head

Ya mind, I don't mean to make a disaster up

Like my Dad to master love

But if a motherfucker breakin you for every penny you earn

Then how could you still show the bastard love?

I guess it's cause I'm cold, shit

Thought you was gon' be spendin me I betcha think you sho' did

But game recognize game, now you lame in the brain

Stupid bitch that's what you get for tryin to gold dig, now

 

Chorus

 

Yeah, this be Hype, the Verbal Tantrum

Kickin it with my man Twista

If you should suck my soul

I should make your funky emotions

Nothin is good unless you play with it

Play with me baby

 

Verse Three: Twista

 

I know you think it's blasphemy

But won't you give up when she ask for me? After he passed the beat

Since you said I was your Magesty, I had to see

And when you get paid, there is some cash for me, is it a tragedy

That I can get her so gone, the hoe be trippin talkin up her love a lot

But the only love I got, is when I'm grippin like I wanna hug the Glock

Or when I rub the twat, or pickin up a dub at spots

Fuck the hoe thugs, the clubs, and the phony perpetrators with dimes

The speed knots match voo-Do or Die, Psycho Drama, Crucial Conflict

Be pimpin with em gators and dons, collect the papers and dolls

Player haters remarks will get smoked to a blunt dust

Sso keep walkin the next time you hear grown folks talkin

Motherfuckers betta shut the fuck up, cause we make the women suck up

You insist to be trippin while we be gamin like Don Juan

What up the filet minion, the grey poupon

Them hoes are staked to charm, because we make the bomb

Now I don't mean no harm, but either come on in or get on gone

And let me pull my pouch of snuff

In between your thighs, come take a pull and vibe

And let your tongue go coastin low, now

 

Chorus

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Twista - Warm Embrace Lyrics

Twista - Warm Embrace Video

(Liffy Stokes)

It's like I got the 4-4 cocked

On the block in it two door dropped

And my spot is keepin but hot

The pussy-ass cop throw some murder in the lot

My nigga got popped with a bullet that was meant for me

The adapt by T's and B's and the regencies

Fuck what the reason be, I'ma start squeezin these

Them niggas ain't G's, they wanna be thugs

And it ain't shit, these ain't no motherfuckin slugs

The fools and plugged plus ain't no hoes over here

I done dropped more dead bodies than tears

Brought to life momma's worst fears

Pictures of a son dyin from that hot ones flyin

Baby mama's cryin at the funeral

Cause the magnum lit him like a Black & Mild

When I rolled out on his ass on the solo

I caught him up on mo-mo cookin up co-co

I got to tip on the low-low

Bust it there like po-po takin lives with the, oh no

It's a 4-4, mini-missle with a silencer for the whistle

My favorite pistol, cause when I let that bitch ride

I know the homicide is being carried out in official

Niggas steady bumpin guns, but don't want none

Because of these hot ones that explode on contact

A manic that's prepared to die in combat

Besides all that a 4-4 keeps me laced, don't be petty to say

I can see the fear in your face

As I reach my waist for this warm embrace

 

(Chorus)

I got plenty love for the 4-4

But when I pick it up, I don't wanna let it go

Because a nigga straight lovin' your warm embrace

I got plenty love for the 4-5

But when I pick it up, I don't wanna let it ride

But still I bust 'Cause I survive from your warm embrace

I got plenty love for the nine-mill

And when I pick it up, I don't really wanna kill

But still I bust because I'm needin' your warm embrace

All you muthafuckas better duck and hide

Before I let it ride, the sucka stepped aside

Still I bust because I'm lovin' your warm embrace

 

(Mayz)

I love the element of surprise when I'm taking these hoes lives

With my customized 4-5

Get enough ammunition to knock off you, your crew and some more guys

You muthafuckas better get wise

Make sure your first shot is sweet, tryin to kill the elite

Cause you ain't gettin no more tries

Hate to make a nubian mother weap, but fuck it

Long as I don't hear the hoe cry

Split a beam between his eyes and make that bitch nigga so wise

No matter what the size of the warm embrace of my forty-five

Make sure the nigga crossed through dies

You don't wanna throw them thangs

Cause when I cocked and aim it's time to think in a split second time

But Mayz ain't new to the game

I use the spark when the shots light up this thunderin crime

But niggas get bucked for dime and it's like you're a magnet for sin

Punk pretend to be your friend til they get close enough to your ends

To do you in, that shit puts me on ten

And make me wanna put the barrel of this solid fiend

Upon under that nigga's chin, plus he talkin big shit about war

Like he don't know my Speedknot Mob gon' win

But I dare one of you niggas to say my name

Cause I put a fuckin bullet into your closest kin

Just to get under your skin like a dirty syringe

Plus I know you can't win with a gun or a pin

So when you see Mayz come in the place you better say your grace

Before I fuck up your face like a can of mace

Before I get disgraced, I'ma catch a case

Maybe you hoes fear the wrath of my warm embrace

 

(Chorus)

 

(Twista)

With you my passion, nina squeeze off seventeen, for sure

Hold you ever so tightly, I love you nina and never wanna let you go

Miss Millimeter's makin a mockery of motherfuckers gotsta be ruckus

When I get my clutches upon this hoe

Itchin' to let the barrel blow

Like a sparrow, how it flow, like an arrow, geronimo

Spit 'em up and swallow slow

I reload, clippin' your ass crack, you constantly blast back

Payback from flashback, some bitches know

Bust 'til I see the chrome from the intro

You was fucked from the phasin', deep with the cuts and abrasion

Erupts and amazin', nigga, my nina bucked

Fuck the gazin and enemies get tore up from the blazin

Fool you be burnin' them with your black ass

Murderous hips, hurtin' the grips, ride on personal list

Deposition die for servin' them six

Everyone of 'em with a hit but some are missin' of a jerk to the kick

'Cause I be working my bitch

Tryin' to pimp her but she a wild and a tame thang

Kick a static on when she gangbang, blast in the fullest moon

Niggas better pull it soon or else suffer hellafied bullet wounds

And even though I stay clubbed with some thugs, why call 'em stug

When it comes to her love, it's none above she drawin blood

Static under the bra 'Cause everytime I take a hit at the bud

And give you a hug you gon' pop up a slug

Drinkin' remy on the block, gotta bust the glock

When the henny hit the chest, bustin' smith-n-wess

Fuck the discussion, I'm bustin' 'em all, clutchin' my balls

If I see y'all be laid to rest, let me hit the sess

Loose revolver used to be a problem solver

But the nina made me a baller

No strap could take the place of the black nine

Leave 'em flat lines, feelin' fury, you was born to taste

From my warm embrace

 

(Chorus)

 

I got plenty love for the 4-4, 4-4, 4-4

Warm embrace

I got plenty love for the 4-5 (4-5), 4-5 (4-5), 4-5

Warm embrace

I got plenty love for the nine-mill (Nine-mill), nine-mill

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Twista - Korrupt World Lyrics

Twista - Korrupt World Video

Hook

 

Hold all of the murderin' up, if you gotta bust a cap then aim it up

If you religious praise it up, if you gotta get high then blaze it up

For the ones who never gave it up,

Take a champagne glass and raise it up

 

Agony was the feelin' when I saw his blood spilling

Poppin' lip and taking over his tip is why he had to kill him

Now his bodies in chalk and no longer can talk so then a life is lost

Somebody tricked off and the killer was caught

So now his lifes his cost

You might get caught

So to make a move these motherfuckers is petrified

All the best that tried won't even slide

So just bless the rest that died

Is it a test of pride when inside

You grip a trigger but you didn't wanna pull it

Could it be a motherfucker that you notice

On the other side of the bullet

Should it matter now you figure fuck it I'ma waste him

It's just a murda for the nation

But some end up locked up, broke up

For felonies and over overly motherly abrasion

Now in front of me encased in a coffin is a body

With people around sad and froze

Teardrops and rain

But folks didn't really feel the pain until the casket closed

I was drastic chose and the mother threw a frown

Even though the gunner was found

Cause it seems like yesterday when he was running around

Now he under the ground cause they gonna get down in these streets Even

Though you pack a piece for heat these niggaz urgin' to bust

The game ain't the same so stay away from the curb

If you out there serving em' up and

 

Hook (repeat)

W/ make a toast to yourself for survivng in a world that's so corrupt

 

Agony was the feelin' when I saw his blood pouring

Tragedy mess a man look in the mirror then I see the stud mourning

As these streets erases others it encase a brother

You had enough heart to waste this brother

But could you face his mother I was faced with other

Type of problems that had held me back

Couldn't tell me jack now I'm gone in my own zone

You ain't gotta tell me that so me trail me back to a time

When a motherfucker 'd lost his will survive

Me and my folks had to hustle and steal for a meal

Eat or had to kill to survive

 

I remember when you had my back

When the relative passed and my momma cried

When the house caught flames

You collapsed in my arms when you heard that father d' died

 

I take drama in stride

Even though I had to go through a thing to get myself together

Still suffer but the worst is gone

So it's on till' the roamin' man have his shelter

But if I end up back on the streets again and I had to recieve my fate Smoke

Weed at the wake so the pain and hate escapes

To keep the kids straight

Cause you did straight if your seed proceed

As long as they keep learning and keep growing up

Right now we survive in a place that's full of doubt

And about to self-destruct

 

Hook x2

 

Visualize in invisible eyes how I individualize

Critical cries of pitiful skies that rain pain upon the ghetto land

Where the unforgettable dies

Subliminal lies mean a motherfucker never gone make it

If he don't peep it and keep it in check soon

Womb to the tomb death is in the next room

If a nigga ain't realizin' a k's and tech's doom

Let's assume another brother wanna laugh at you

I think he just took a blast at you

You won't have it you killed him

There go the trigger try to kick it but his niggas coming after you Telling

You a stranger must be crazy

To step it to a motherfucker that's dangerous

Cause it's a gang of us throwin' knuckles in the scuffle

If we have two things of bust

It's cocaine to us and my brains to dust

I represent you up there so I try

Long as I leave my enemy bust vacinity crushed

I don't really give a fuck if I die

So why lie my people should be glad to survive in the land of the lost It's a

Plan of the boss leaving motherfuckers dying

With their grandmother's hand on the cross

So I take a stand when I talk ran instead of walked

To chalk another victory

How you did the caper hid the paper

Breaking other niggas off is a mystery

With the chemicals and drugs all of these criminals and thugs

Just keep comin' up better watch yourself ain't no love in the streets In a

Ghetto of a world that's corrupt

 

Hook

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Twista - Adrenaline Rush Lyrics

Twista - Adrenaline Rush Video

What happens when you combine the darkness with the light?

 

(Yungbuck)

I'm bringing pain like two bad nurses, and the pain from these here

Motherfuckin verses ridiculous thirstses involving hearses

To the dirt shit first picks and use'n autos to work with

Slugs to the shirt shit (just to squirt shit)

A wicked hit with an expert kick

And burst 'til the earth split leave you hurt bitch

Show you how worser than worst get in the zone

See the vein when the pain repel

And then they closin the curtains bitch

(when adrenaline's pumpin')

I don't understand discussion, only hear certain 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, instead of 'caine I took a blunt off to the head

(so tell me what it said)

Retaliate with lethal repercussion

I feel the reefer rushin

To go into thangs, like it's a wicked stick

Took the Benadryl, hot like I'm fin' ta steal

To get the kickin shit

For niggaz and bitches that I kick it with

I was born to get you pumped up

It's like some lead bust cause I give motherfuckers a head rush

Then yo' head bust when you jumped up

Cause what I said must've got you geeked, my eyes red puffed

From smokin shit that niggaz hit on to die

Make me wanna slip the clip on the side

And if you act a bitch on the side, if we have to

Then the whole Westside'll let the shit go on and ride

When the trigga bust

 

(Chorus: repeat 2X)

That's 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 gun to make your body get up and uhh

That's your adrenaline rush

Like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump

To make a trigger pick up and dump

So turn the bass, kick up and bump

And let the rhythm hit off the trunk

 

(Twista)

Pullin up and bailin out like we're carsick, I'm ready to start shit

Start up buryin some heads like an ostrich

And unload the whole cartridge and throw the shells out the garbage

The hardest of motherfuckers could never achieve what I've accomplished

Yungbuck's my accomplice

Located his existance with my sixth sense like a compass

And starting on a journey established to stop this

Rushin up the hearts of the niggaz to get em charged

What's the real reason?

All you haters try to murder me so now it's kill season

And even though I'm still bleedin

I'ma keep comin because I'm still breathin

And y'all can't trace me

I bury my victims in the wall like gacey too lyrical

And since its nipple my umbilical these flows is critical

This music is miracle like I'm biblical

Killin like I'm nuttier than buddy love

And still wouldn't leave a bloody glove and start the truck up

And speed the fuck up getaway smokin this blunt

Dump the adrenaline eruptin my viens I'm pumped up

 

(Yungbuck)

And I'm calibrated at 360 degrees

See that's 300 niggaz that gon die about 60 slugs to do this deed

(Psycho Drama) we too much for the industrialistic fuck

With this on the brink of fuckin up some shit

Dismantle deduct some shit

It's hard to imagine what niggaz got nerves to do

(what niggaz got nerves to do)

So I guess I'll just take that fuckin' nerve from you

Then think what I'm on the verge to do

And I got the urge to ooh let semi close yo curtains fool

From killin the verses fool I be one of the worstest dude

(you the who?)

I'm the worstest workin about 9 millimeters above your surface

Unleash these thangs then I defeat yo purpose bitch you hurtin

 

(Chorus)

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Twista - Death Before Dishonor Lyrics

Twista - Death Before Dishonor Video

(Chorus)

Always ever all days death before dishonor

Comin back as though I can still see if you got static

Fuck tryin' to steal me shit you gon' have to kill me

And if somebody cappin Ima tell em what happens when my emotions erupt

Shots make me duck thats when Ima have to fuck you up

 

(verse 1)

Its like uh ah muthafucka cant fight the feelin the way Ima fuck em

Have an orgasm but for the orchasm hit em as if a 4-5 buck em

Talk about a man being scared, I done killed him be dead in his tomb

Still shakin

Hit em in his body and his head, now be found in heaven with the wound

Still achin'

I wonder if his voice still breakin'

Better be cause I steadily

Hit him with gats and styles that heavily

Armed and dangerous and deadily

That ahead of me recieve two holes like the letter B

Better you instead of me, breakin peace can increase your chances

To delete your advances for slate I can paint this peice on canvas

With a paint brush that a nigga cant truss like a god so I cant rush

Wont crush

If you ever heard about a crew that cant bust then motherfucker it

Aint us; dont touch

A mike or a gun if you aint gonna use it,

Do it

Claiming your weapons and tecs and you gonna be checked and fluid

Prove it

Cuz no matter who it is cant tell the westside to leave a bitch shedding

Tears

The young kill everyday the old itchin to kill cuz they aint offed

A nigga dead in years

Shoot him dead in his, this style of flow is a verbal calico

Make a chest ripple

They get a call from the sky sayin they all gonna die

Dont leave the rest crippled

 

(chorus 2x)

 

(verse 2)

Mikers, mikers be tryin to take mine and leave a motherfucker

Cold as a crisis

With a technique as cold as isis, and mikes as my control devices

Or do I gotta get off some nigga shit

Show the biggest dick with the biggest clique that be hazardous if

I let the trigga click

You dont benefit if a nigga get from the rage if he live it just a

Little bit; so go on with the riddle shit

If you got something to stress then get it off your chest and

We can take it to the middle bitch

And go on get it on and I bet you that the outcome is that I'm leavin

Niggas out done, cut up

But its odd to see a motherfucker outrun just because he let his

Mouth run so shut up

And sit back if you know whats good for you I can still overthrow you

I dont give a fuck about the fact that the hood know you

Dont make a nigga have to show you

That Ima die before you make an ass of me stop as if you took a blast

At me and cause tragedy

That was how it was that was how it is and thats the way it has to be

 

(chorus 2x)

 

(verse 3)

Its like uh, ah, sit back and let the shit just straight marinate

I pull the stage curtain back like norman bates

Performin hates smokin on some reefer performin fate

Its a constant struggle for us white boys with the shit hittin licks

In the scuffle for us

My nigga lucky made him bleed fear is if to proceed to bust

If he a different type of breed from us

So yall petty niggas need to hush; two straight to you brain means pains

Inflicted

Even if it aint things to taunt pain like rage till my brain is wicked

Aint even lived out a quarter of your lifetime tryin to push product

And aint servin the right kind and aint strivin the right rhymes

But Ima shorten your lifeline

Through the pipeline I vocal cold bust em plus them with killers

Jaw stealers throw dealers rushin parties bloody body chillers

Pretty casket fillers

Cuz those niggas got they shit together

We come pay to Creator's Way and dont gotta be but then again whatever

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Twista - So Sexy Lyrics

Twista - So Sexy Video

(feat. R Kelly)

 

(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 the D

And this is for them girls that be lovin the D

And this is for them girls that be ridin the 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 the 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 up all the girls 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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Twista - Sunshine Lyrics

Twista - Sunshine Video

(feat. Anthony Hamilton)

 

(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

 

(Verse 1 (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 rolled 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,

It's 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

 

(Verse 2 (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 ambition,

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 (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

 

(Verse 3 (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 (Anthony Hamilton) x2)

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

 

(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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Twista - Overnight Celebrity Lyrics

Twista - Overnight Celebrity Video

(*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 Choo, and Marc Jacob bags

I can cop her, a 2000 and 3

Make her smile, when she sees Spree's

I can get you on cd's, and DVD's

Take you to BB's, and BCBG

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 Roberto Cavali

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 pro, having clothes, taking photos

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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