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"2012"
(feat. Tia London)

"2012"
(feat. Tia London)



If tomorrow the world ends
And in the morning the sun don't seem to shine
I will stay here forever
Standing right by your side
You know they say (they say) that its all gonna end some day

So, right before it does (right before it does)
Let's make love (let's make love)
Like tomorrow was 2012
The last day on Earth, 2012
The end of the world, 2012
You'll be my man and I'll be your girl
2012 [x7]

Now they be telling me that these are the last days
Are we really that close to Armageddon
If living on the planet 'till this point has been hell
I survived 'cause I am legend
What if it's all about to be over
Then I'm gonna say you need to be my girlfriend
Hit the blunt after the world in the dim
Then you can get it in like the world fixin to end
It's predicted by the ancient Mayan civilization
I don't want to see the world go soon
But with such a beautiful girl in the room
I want to be up in you when the world go boom
Get down with your body 'till it's lights out
Making love 'till the terminator come
Global warming is having a major effect
Comfort each other but we don't know which way to run

Mother Earth is about to go to another cycle
And I know that is about to end someday (someday)

Right before it does (right before it does)
Let's make love (let's make love)
Like tomorrow was 2012
The end of the world, 2012
The last day on Earth, 2012
You'll be my man and I'll be your girl
2012 [x7]

Tomorrow it's all about to be over
So I only live to serve ya
The dark is about to devour the Earth
So come and ride with the Silver Surfer
Now will it all in from the element
Of ether or artificial intelligence
As long as we both have the passion
The sex it just makes all the issues irrelevant

I know it's all about to go
So I just sit back and blow my dro
(Right before it does)
Steady looking at the clock,
Before we suffer let me make your body rock
Having sex 'till the big bomb drops
Or 'till the planet go pop

2012, The last day on Earth
2012, The end of the world
2012, You'll be my man and I'll be your girl
2012 [x7]
 
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"3 Minute Murder"

"3 Minute Murder"


[Twista talking:]
Uh, Uh, Ya'll already know what it is
Niggaz talkin bout Twista this Twista that
all I know is Twista rap I spit nigga, fuck ya'll, check it out

[Twista rhyming:]
Twis' got skill Yes I kill
I could ride on they ass like Buffalo Bill
I be winnin in the game like them niggas in the south
if a nigga talkin shit I'm quick to hit em in the mouth
Them lyrics that's the shit I be equipped to spit em out
and Imma make a nigga sick cause I got venom in the mouth
Antonyms and synonyms are spinnin him out of his route
and I got bricks of money bitch and I can't fit em in the couch
Kill em with the ride paints hard with the deep dish
Kill em wit syllables quick wit 8 bars in a sequence
I am the bidness I gotta charge you to peep this
Niggaz can't see me I'm ray Charles or a eclipse
Stevie in the blackout see me with the Mack out
Twista gon get money like a GD in a crack house
When it come to flows Imma spit em like they cold
When it come to niggaz heads Imma split it like a pole
Take away they swag and shit on they cocky style
cuz my lyrics be too quick they call me Twista Pacquiao
come solo wit my k-olo when you see my logo come take my photo when I'm on promo
Niggas wanna get me they better pick a new regimen
shit too sick B somebody better go get you medicine
Not bringin up Twista I'm makin the issue relevant
balls bigger than mine betta go get 2 elephants
I be getting grimy but you and yo click too elegant
beat yo face up til yo jaw tissue look like a pelican
I be steady whoopin yo ass just fo the hell of it
can't nobody fuck wit me the planet is celibate
I kick a hot flow, get it like Harpo
brief when I rhyme teeth shine like a car show
Wit a thick bitch, go head check out my cargo
you know one gon be wit me wherever my car go
Where yo baby at where yo white Mercedes
at ill let u borrow the Bentley as long as you bring it back
Here, a couple stacks, you ain't gotta pay me back
me and yo boss kick it and he know where the ladies at
Whether we comin and killin and murderin cause I beat down the block
or because I'm like лthrow ya hands up' cause it's hip hop
I'd rather be rappin about the streets and makin a quick pot
but it's time to do something so the shorties don't get popped
Meanwhile back to the lab I got the desert eagle
come on yo muthafuckin tip and kill a lot of people
Throw up on a priest let him know I ain't no reverend
either dat I go where the fuck I want I'm up in heaven evil
U ain't gotta tell me I know I spit bars sick
e-mail, anthrax, flows kick arsenic
G-up genie and throw it up I'm car sick
cut raw dope deez nigga cut garbage
Lethargic give a bitch hard dick see my niggaz and I say salute like a sergeant
Can't lie I'm one of the coldest artists so I wouldn't have yo bitch up in my apartment
So I be passin out fuck you flyers da fakers and heaters and then fuck liars
If yo' shit ain't one been one minded the swine flu h1n1 virus
Am I like Jason no I'm more like Michael Myers
I am the shit I need to wear diapers
When I spit it sometimes I'm all to philosophical
blame it on the Don Julio and killer tropical
Twista got more swag than a rich sissy
but don't get prissy muthafuckas can get grilly
Imma balla and a boss and yes I'm finna get paid
takin flames to the head like I'm Nicolas Cage
I ghost ride the whip I'm finna get laid
any niggaz dat try to get me is finna get sprayed
One day it's possible dat I'm finna get saved
but for now I be getting money I'm finna get paid muthafucka
Fucka.. ..fucka.. .. fucka.. ..fucka
 
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"3rd Eye"
(feat. Ab-Soul)

"3rd Eye"
(feat. Ab-Soul)



[Verse 1: Twista]
See you with the eye
Rather at the apex of a pyramid or the forehead of a cyclops
Talking shit to me make sure you’re off the right block
Still I’mma come through in the Mercedes Benz white drop
Might stop, but only if I know you I don’t mean to blow you with the statement
But I don’t be fuckin’ with these niggas, and that’s why they be hatin’
Cause I stay in the zone, I be alone, so excuse me if I’m wrong
I’m off a kush, and when the T.H.C. affect the dialect I be as free as [?]
The energy in me be my empire yet the remedy for me is ultraviolet, violence, silence
All the critic’s when I spit it I’mma creature of punishment when it comes to torturing
And with this rap shit I’m a beast
Ballin like I’m uncle Paulie and all of the above
We go in the club, [?] with the snub
East, be the direction that I’m prayin’ in
But I’m a Midwest nigga
Mean with a verse, something obscene with it first
So they can say “Where you get that nigga?”
The essence of my vocabulary’s exquisite when I enter into a realm, taking me to the helm
Of lyricism, you gonna be callin’ me majesty, callin’ a tragedy that you gotta see on film
So I salute and advise you not to shoot, you are not equivalent or parallel to my level
Sub-par, So coming at me wrong is worse then being on the carousel with the devil
I can turn these happy homes or the fakes emcees into whole apartment buildings and vacancies
Bakeries, cook em til they done
Whoop ‘em til they run, put a fork in the niggas
Watch what you say to me

[Bridge]
Don’t play with me, I’mma make a hater pray to me
God cause I’m hard and my flows is the coldest
You are no threat, don’t step, I am a descendent of [?], yes, Moses knows this
Of annihilation we are on a brink, I be smokin’ up the stink, so before somebody thinks
See my style but ugly as Michal Spinks, when I rap about the Sphinx instead of about minx
Knowledge is power so he…

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
Punch you bout your third eye
Type of shit I make a bird swim, fish fly
Fuck it, touch the sky on the first try
Man a motherfucker could never control me, only squeeze me and hold me
Is what the [?] member told me, Now is she bold g?
But in my mouth is where the gold be, cause I be playin’ with like Goldie
Ab-Soul I know ya know me
Pick a Backwoods jar of that good yeah I blow it by the OZ
I never sleep, you getting cozy
I made it out the jungle watch and write a book about Mowgli
I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
I hit you with a cig, but I’d rather smoke up on a stogie
God MC, you could say I’m holy
The ghost of Alori Joh walk with me so a nigga never lonely
Soulo, but Top Dawg is a army
Flow AT&T nigga 4 g’s
Might be the hip hop Bob Marley, Taking shots at politicians while I roll weed
Easily Eazy-E without the Jheri Curl Juice
Off that drank that make you think every girl cute
On top of the pyramid, Any angles acute
Mark of the Beast on me, him, her, and you
Money in the safe in case there’s a lawsuit
Because any lumberjack would say they saw you
Me and Twista in the cut twistin up a blunt what the fuck you want?

[Bridge]
 
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"6 Rings"

"6 Rings"


[Hook:]
It’s just me against the world and I won’t lose
No I can’t lose, I’m a born winner
These streets made a beast out of me
Six rings on my fingers
I’m a champion
Put your fives and your ones up
6 rings, I’m a champion
Getting money, put your ones up
6 rings I’m a champion
Now ball
Ball [x12]
6 rings I’m a champion

[Verse 1:]
No worries, I been killing it since she was a shorty
Still standing on top of my glory, and this still ain’t the end of my story
Confetti pouring, they be all in the clothes that I’m sporting
6 rings like Michael Jordan, same team no Robert Horry
Put me on the verbal court with my competitors
Imma be fucking up all of them
Money like Steph Curry, and I dish it out to my team like Chris Paul and them (Griffin!)
So lose and you blame it on fouls and how they don’t be calling them
I put in work, I got rings
You can’t tell me nothing, I know I earned all of them
That winning feeling I want cause if I get the shot I bet I hit the shot
I’m in my glory while pouring champagne on my body like I was Chris Bosh
They won’t admit it, how many times I came back and did it
They have no choice to be killing em when I spit it
Give me a standing ovation when I visit
Final four delivery, hall of fame flow
Right up in Nirvana is where my mother fucking hangs though
But I ain’t finished yet, I’m the exquisite vet
They be like damn Twista they ain’t knocked you off your pivot yet
Nope!

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Who the fuck is you talking to? Nigga I got six rings
Swagging, my walk like I’m Jordan
I know when I’m hot, fingers look like Kareem
When I pull that whip up in front of the club I be knowing they seeing it
And whoever dissing this, cause they are fisherman watching the finals and we in it
The league of the streets
Winning the game with a three on the beat
Keeping that thang in the piano seat
One shot at your brain and they flee on their feet
Don’t like you when you be like Michael
They run up thinking I be slipping
Long nose, 357 by my side, call me Scottie Pippen
And I’m on bullshit, call [?] about it, Willy said he southpaw
And I murder for the squad like an outlaw
Everything that I say coming out raw
Plenty niggas I know pulling up with a Glock and a key
Acting like they winning the game
Like they pulling up at the top of the key
But I got them accolades, and I spit that fast shit
You just an absurd sound, third round draft pick
And when I win the game, then right there is your history
Celebrate like we do in Chiraq, we gon tear up the city

[Hook]
 
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"Adrenaline Rush"
(feat. Yungbuck (Psycho Drama))

"Adrenaline Rush"
(feat. Yungbuck (Psycho Drama))



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'm comin after you cause 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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"Ain't Mean To Hurt You"
(feat. Future)

"Ain't Mean To Hurt You"
(feat. Future)



[Intro:]
Real shit, I am who I am, future
I'm addicted to money, I'm addicted to women, hey
You my number one no matter what though, hey

[Chorus:]
I ain't mean to hurt you girl
I ain't mean to hurt you girl
I ain't mean to hurt you girl
I ain't mean to hurt you now
Now, I ain't mean to hurt you girl
I ain't mean to hurt you babe
I ain't mean to hurt you now
Now, I ain't mean to hurt you girl
I shouldn't have lie to you, I know, I know, I know
I din't even wanna say bye to you
You know your nigga ride babe
I even feel the past babe
I'm gonna get it, yes I will

I ain't mean to hurt you girl
That was never meant to be my intentions
I ain't do it on purpose girl
I just had to take a while to handle my bizness
No more neglecting girl
You my best friend and you know how we do
Tripping on me cause I'm in another city
But when I come back home, baby I wanna see you
I could cop that Gucci you still say that ain't enough
I could give you money for your hair and your nails
Just still tripping start acting up
Why you think I'm lying? I'm on the radio, fuck the rumors
Sick of hearding you a pitiful maneuvers
The one I make you say where didy go to...
I just gotta go and do a video with Future
I know it's hard to forgive and forget
About the time that you saw me with a girl in the car
You think I'm fucking everybody
But I be on the grind when I be up in the world
I'm a star, I want you to be a part of my astrology
Cause I had to learn that you was a part of me
So I hope you accept my apology,
So I wanna say, baby I'm sorry

[Chorus:]
I ain't mean to hurt you girl
I ain't mean to hurt you girl
I ain't mean to hurt you girl
I ain't mean to hurt you now
Now, I ain't mean to hurt you girl
I ain't mean to hurt you babe
I ain't mean to hurt you now
Now, I ain't mean to hurt you girl
I shouldn't have lie to you,
I din't even wanna say bye to you
You know your nigga ride babe
I even feel the past babe
I'm gonna get it, yes I will

Whoa, I play them speakers
People we develop hear my voice
Ain't even see my face
I'm on the paper chase
I got you round my chase,
I got you in my plans
I let you blow them bands
You my biggest fan
When them thang I did
You were just like my twin
When I'm lying to you
It's like I'm lying to my friends
You ain't gonna never leave
It ain't what I tell myself
No matter how much I fucked up
I got your back to deal
What is love with a nigga with a heart of steel
Ain't got no trust for no hoe
That's how I live
When it's bout the crib
And got an extra condo
I couldn't tell you bout the stripper
That was going psycho

[Chorus: x2]
I ain't mean to hurt you girl
I ain't mean to hurt you girl
I ain't mean to hurt you girl
I ain't mean to hurt you now
Now, I ain't mean to hurt you girl
I ain't mean to hurt you babe
I ain't mean to hurt you now
Now, I ain't mean to hurt you girl
I shouldn't have lie to you,
I din't even wanna say bye to you
You know your nigga ride babe
I even feel the past babe
I'm gonna get it, yes I will.
 
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"Alright"
(feat. Kanye West)

"Alright"
(feat. Kanye West)



Alright, alright
Alright alright, alright
Alright alright, alright
Alright, alright

Alright alright, alright
Alright alright, alright
Alright alright, alright
Alright, alright

[Verse 1: 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

[Chorus: 4X]
Alright alright, alright
Alright alright, alright
Alright alright, alright
Alright, alright

[Verse 2: 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, 23s be chrome
Artful Dodgers with the Yeezys on
Gone

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Twista]
I'm blowin' on flame but yours is all white
And I'ma 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

[Chorus 10X]
 
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"American Gangsta"

"American Gangsta"


American gangsta, U.S hustla
Home of the brave and in god we trust
Im just a American gangsta, U.S hustla
Home of the brave and in god we trust
Im just a American gangsta

[Verse]
Chi-town bred
Cuz I gotta rep my city to the death
Annialate them till I dont see nothin left
Remember I spit it for the bitches
Now I'm spittin for the thugs
Hat cocked to the right
Hat cocked to the left
Brotha its a formal
Its a focus on ya chest
I spit it for the lords, and the for the folks and for the crips and for the bloods
Im like an american dream
Role to the green, with the souls and the breeds and the cobras a kings and the 2-16
Millimeter bullets from the niggas that
Tryin to do opposite.
They dont really wanna see how phyco I can get
I dont really see a mutha fucka stoppin this
Tryin to come at u and the apocalypse
.40 cal will have ya screamin, I dont wanna die
I am becomin nauseous with the fake thugs
So its love
To the real G's and all the boss's
To the niggas in the caller case
That got into it big
To get wut nobody gave us
We was born into this system, so dont be mad at what u made us.
Pull the pistol and cock it and bust in the sky
One time for the U.S, for turnin my niggas to gangstas cuz gettin money is what they do best.
Hard to fight like I ever did like Al Capone
Gangsta's is boss's,
K-town is the mutha fuckin hood, the Rock is the company, come and step into my office.

[Chorus]
American gangsta, U.S hustla
Home of the brave and in god we trust
Im just a American gangsta, U.S hustla
Home of the brave and in god we trust
Im just a American gangsta, U.S hustla
Home of the brave and in god we trust
Im just a American gangsta, U.S hustla
Home of the brave and in god we trust
Im just a American gangsta

[Verse]
Forever see me in a lack
Got work but ya never see me in a pack
A mutha fucka said he never seen me with a strap
And I heard a mutha fucka say he dont see me in the hood.
Lil nigga I dont see u, cuz homie my hood is worldwide, and gettin money is wut we do.
Make ya knee joints lock when I freak u
Hit the 3 point shot like Hedo
Turkoglu up in the game
U killin the game like pac, nigga we point glocks like he do, see u.
No one will recognize I'm the maker of the Midwest
Im like for real?
Controversy in the middle....
I guess I'm like shaquille.
U can go on feel like ya feel
Nigga kno the hands I like to kill
But if u can hit me with the bangs
Lil cheap for shit, lets strike the deal
Got my phycos in the city rollin wit me
Always ready busta cap at the king like duuu.
I can bury ya bodies like an animal
Because I'm a cannibal, I eat a nigga like food.
Rippin thru ur flesh so I can devour the heart
Music is my playground, but if the rappin dont get you,
I hit this head with the back of the pistol until this bitch nigga lay down.
And no competition I had to be fuckin a twig?
Whoever comin for me gangsta, ima get it everytime I wanna get it. I'm living proof
Its a category F5.

American gangsta, U.S hustla
Home of the brave and in god we trust
Im just a American gangsta, U.S hustla
Home of the brave and in god we trust
Im just a American gangsta, U.S hustla
Home of the brave and in god we trust
Im just a American gangsta, U.S hustla
Home of the brave and in god we trust
Im just a American gangsta
 
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"Art & Life (Chi-Roc)"
(feat. Memphis Bleek, Young Chris & Freeway)

"Art & Life (Chi-Roc)"
(feat. Memphis Bleek, Young Chris & Freeway)



[Intro: Young Chris]

Yeah...
Young Chris, M-E's, Free-Wheez... The boy Twista...
Holla...

My life on the track... (Okay...),
Up and comin'... State Prop...
Check game... (That's right...),
Get low... (Get low...),

It's the Roc...
Better than ever (Holla)...
Yeah...

It's the motherfuckin' Roc bitch, you hotter than us?

(Okay, okay)

[Young Chris]
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' niggas 'round the corner from 'round me,
You can front 'round me, but I read through that,
Wit' the mili' and I ain't talkin' 'bout no Segal mac,
Niggas 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 friends spot, 'till 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 hit 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 dog, 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 its 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 the extended clips, that's what I'm hittin' wit',
Dummies in the black rhinoes,
(Yeah...) They be killin' shit,
Mask up kidnap shit, that's how my niggas get,
Chi-town, NYC, that's how my niggas 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 ya,
Mad, you street niggas 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, (Why us...?),
S-P game so damn tough, the 4 4 in the 5th tucked ya'll cant hang,
Transporter turned rapper, get a can for to fill my life,
Still accomplished, wanna fill they cups?
The rap version of Mandela call my bluff,
Well 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 (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 niggas that hold down they fortress and serve off of porches,
Hit 'em in the body wit' the powerful forces, that'll end all your data,
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 to shoot ya's my future in 3D,
I like whore's, I'm from a city full of Vice Lords, and GD's,
Breeds, and Souls, 2-6's, Kings, GD's and Stones,
Spanish cobras and all the true soldiers survivin' are gone,
Watch me spit if for the killers and hustler's, flippin' all the pounds and bricks,
Hate on me I'm gonna bust at you hoes, and I put eleven down wit' a clip,
Niggas 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
 
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