Twista

[fox69]

"Models & Bottles"
(feat. Jeremih & Lil Bibby)

"Models & Bottles"
(feat. Jeremih & Lil Bibby)



[Hook - Jeremih:]
Drinks up in the air
To the sky, ain't tellin' what going on tonight
Drinks up in the air
For the realest nigga livin' tonight
Damn keys, they goin'
They won't turn up
Know all them bad bitches, they love me
Well them drinks is on us
They all can't help it
Models, actresses and bottles
Bro, chillin' with my niggas
Models, actresses and bottles

[Verse 1 - Twista:]
It's a celebration
Throw 'em up if you're a mission
Put your hands in the air
Wave 'em like you just don't care
You went from rags to riches and I get it cause you on
Partyin' like you ain't never had nothin'
Middle fingers in the sky for the haters
You ain't never really been up on my level so don't try to holla
When you see me ridin' out of Vegas, whew
Cause I be poppin' the bottles because I'll be able
Just look at my table
There's nothin' but models and nothin' but dollars
Lookin' at momma
She wanna holla, she wanna follow, she wanna swallow, whew
After the fee fee
I got insta plans, she wanna see me
I gain insta fans when I be me
I'm on Instagram in a GT
What? That's right
I'mma fuck with her for the night
I don't give a fuck what you like
I'm up in the club but I'm right
Let her know that we are the family
We on the pedigree, we are celebrities
And you know I'm smokin' weed and I'm ready
Like I be at the Grammys, the party is heavy
And I got the fetti
And I'm off a Xanny and she got the panties

[Hook - Jeremih:]
Drinks up in the air
To the sky, ain't tellin' what going on tonight
Drinks up in the air
For the realest nigga livin' tonight
Damn keys, they goin'
They won't turn up
Know all them bad bitches, they love me
Well them drinks is on us
They all can't help it
Models, actresses and bottles
Bro, chillin' with my niggas
Models, actresses and bottles

[Verse 2 - Lil Bibby:]
Okay I walk up in the club, I be fresh to death
All black, dressed to kill
Bumpin' on my hip? Baby that's the steel
Bitches so I keep that concealed
And that .45 got a lotta kickback
When it go click-clack
Make a nigga get back
Shawty in the red dress, make her ass clap
Take her to the back cause I'm tryna hit that
Lil chick wanna be a model, ay
Took her to the back, made her swallow
And I just bought 20 bottles
The Rosé got me goin' full throttle
She know a young nigga got a check, check, check
Condos sittin' on my neck, neck, neck
25 racks sittin' in my right pocket
Some tight jeans, Bibby can't dress like that

Wherever we go, niggas follow
I go be with killers and robbers
.40, filled up them hollows
We gon' clap like Apollo
On and on, can't help it
All of these bitches, I share 'em
All of my niggas is thugs

[Hook - Jeremih:]
Drinks up in the air
To the sky, ain't tellin' what going on tonight
Drinks up in the air
For the realest nigga livin' tonight
Damn keys, they goin'
They won't turn up
Know all them bad bitches, they love me
Well them drinks is on us
They all can't help it
Models, actresses and bottles
Bro, chillin' with my niggas
Models, actresses and bottles

 

[fox69]

"Motive 4 Murder"
(feat. The Speedknot Mobstaz)

"Motive 4 Murder"
(feat. The Speedknot Mobstaz)



[Liffy Stokes]
the stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole
I did 4 and a half a slab and shit a nigga was dying
I'm finally back in the world and its hard but I'm still trying
not to fall and risk my freedom again trying to ball
while waiting for this pussy ass job to call
and it ain't hopping
got me tipping to hear them things popping
cash bags dropping
with plenty of cane for recopping oppurtunity knocking
its what I'm on
I cry when I'm at home cause I'm alone
24 years and grown with a future unknown
my heart was torn from the pain of being back in the game
but I'd rather die getting my hussle on and live like a lane
so its back to pistols and cane
plotting on licks hitting stains
the mob life runs through my veins
its too late for me to change
these streets got me deranged
strapped up and paranoid
ready to add on situations I can and can't avoid
plus big voices getting hot
they constantly sneaking on blocks
they trying to bring me in unconscious
but them pins got popped
now they got me on the run
cherishing every last breath
but I ain't going back
its freedom or death
that be my motive for murder

[begin CHORUS]

[Liffy Stokes]
now I know you the judge of life and death
I ain't evil or nothing
but somebody done brought me pain and sorrow
so I'ma have to kill something
let me count the ways that I can repent
trying to stay holy and focused
but that evil in his eyes let me know that nigga too bogus
that be my motive for murder

[Twista]
I'ma survive these streets another day
I know the pain in my heart won't go away
these mother fuckers try to murder me
and won't nobdy hurt my family
thats what he gotta die

[end CHORUS]

[Mays]
9 times out of 10 you can find Mays trying to hit a better lick
if it ain't coming up with the dopest shit
then I'm trying to cop the thickest brick
cause life in the belly of the best
is equal to povertys bottomless pit
where bitch niggas trick
and thirsty mother fuckers beat you out of everything you get
but it seems like everybodys trying to make some type of come up quick
before its too late to get straight
and the most I make is final pick
anywhere they shit like riding slick
with a thick chick slobbing your dick
even if it means fighting these niggas in cases
as long as neither ones thick
cause I swear when I get hit
I go in a crucial rage like a flick
turn straight lunatic
making all these bitches niggas hear their final tick
but that don't mean my minds sick
just cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
when trees by the p's
and fuckin fine fee's and 3's with ease
for sho the skilled poets
within in the mask up kill for it
I'll whoop a fiend with a crushed grill
I'll bet his dumb ass'll stil blow it
bullshit ain't nothing
I'm trying to get this first mil in the bank
and drive a bullet-proof hummer tank
so the next haters who try to air me out come up blank
and I'ma have to sacrifice your life
with a wrath thats stronger than christ
and forces of life thats know to do damage to human eyesight
I guess its true
moneys the route of all evil
cause crooked or legal
its all manipulated by the eagle
and be my motive for murder

[CHORUS]

[Twista]
lord knows I was hurt from a judge from the start
how I'ma hide love from this mark
this nigga made my homie die in my arms
had to put a slug in his heart
mother fuck that stuff
it was just a grudge on his part
my boy was young and ambitious
took his dreams and wishes
try to do right but my attitude like blast them bitches
drowning all my sorrows in bottles of yack
and a quarter ounce of dro want a rap
I'm bout to snap
here come the big pay back
looking up on the dresser for the black and gray strap
I'm crying and shit
I was hurt so bad I felt I had to go kill him
even if a slug hit him
I was still hurt enough to aim at myself and die with him
can't control them pains
now its time to throw them thangs
visions of the stud don't stay
empty the clip of am out right
ambulance come around
by the time the hypes
taking of his nikes
I know it sound cold
but this bullet put a hole in my soul
?never shorties years stole?
he was only 17 years old
and at the funeral I got to watch his mama's tears roll
and I know he used to wild sometimes
carry a 9 but you took away your sunshine
no more reminising on the fun times
balling and coming at bitches with blunt lines
but this nigga ain't going to want mine
for the pain I'ma handle this funk and dismantle this junk
fuck all that
in all black and then pumped
to run up on this nigga
tip up on him then jump
mission to kill armed with a fist full of steel
eyes gleam with the fury
never thought I'd be facing to 2 mothers
in front of a prosecuting team and a jury
how did one murder turn into 2
revenge had me shooting thorugh hate
I couldn't stop
in the mist of the action
is when that little ? got shot
all because of my motive for murder

[CHORUS]

 

[fox69]

"My Apartment"
(feat. Johnny P, Turtle Banxx)

"My Apartment"
(feat. Johnny P, Turtle Banxx)



Come on we can go on over you know to my place
You know to the Pendergrass style
You know come and go with me
It won't be long just for a little while
Right well check it out

[Turtle Banxx]
What's up with you miss?
Your lovely lips got me fiending for one kiss
I'm having fits just to be close to you
Give me once chance I'll make the most of you
What lovers supposed to do
Henny on ice a toast to you
I know how ya approaching, scheming on them noticeable thighs
and that innocent look in ya eyes
I know ya tired of them crooked guys
You know the type cheating just to get the prize on one night
and when the sunlight hits ya sexy alters
Mr. Heartless is in the darkness quicker than a loaded cartridge
I know you feel like a target (look here)
Don't bury your head like an ostrich (hey)
He gonna get his regardless, meanwhile lets hit the market (yeah)
Sitting hot dinner on the carpet
I feed you strawberries and chocolate in my apartment

[Chorus - Turtle Banxx, Johnny P]
[T] In my apartment, slip into your sexy garment
Candle lights and music set the tone now convince me darling
[P] Is it alright if I lay you down what what
If it's ok we can play in my apartment
Is it alright if I lay you down what what
If it's ok we can play in my apartment ut ohhhh

[Turtle Banxx]
I know you skeptical on dating based on your past relations
but I got patience plus I'm waiting on the right occasion
I'm yours for the taken ain't no mistaking this
Alone to see ya face and be bracing with every kiss
I'm hating the time we missed the fellas don't understand
It don't matter them are boys and I'm a man
Your boyfriend Buddy you calling him husband
When you not looking he trying to holla at ya cousin (thought he wasn't)
Play like it ain't nothing cant disguise the hurt in your eyes
Late nights I hear your cries for loving

[Johnny P] Come on baby

[Chorus - Turtle Banxx, Johnny P]
[T] In my apartment, slip into your sexy garment
Candle lights and music set the tone now convince me darling
[P] Now is it alright if I lay you down what what
Cause if it's ok we can play in my apartment
Is it alright if I lay you down what what
Cause if it's ok we can play in my apartment

[Turtle Banxx]
Street hustling now became thangs of the past
Money at last again help me baby channel this anger
Ready to blast at oppositions
They don't give me the chamber
I talk the strangest cause my homies only want paper
Don't get me wrong I won't put you in danger the nature of the streets
Ready to claim another life asking God to save us forgiven hearts
The tamers the youth is hard to train em
They only want money and cars status and stars living ghetto famous
Ain't this the shamest lets resolve the changes so they won't be namest
Broke starving and banging
like that old saying home is where the heart is gods will gods will

[Chorus - Turtle Banxx, Johnny P]
[T] In my apartment, slip into your sexy garment
Candle lights and music set the tone now convince me darling
[P] Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Is it alright if I lay you down
on my waterbed while we smoke this pound
Got ya feeling buzzed off the Hennesey
Tell ya girl that you wanna ride with me
Meet me out front in my six fo' fo'
I spit a little game now I got you home
And when ya man ask where you've been
been with me in my apartment

Baby I want to play.. let's go all the way

[Johnny P]
In my apartment in my apartment
Mmmmm let's get it started girl

I really want to play.. take me away

In my apartment in my apartment
Mmmmm let's get it started girl

Yeah

 

[fox69]

"Next To You"
(feat. Jeremih)

"Next To You"
(feat. Jeremih)



[Twista:]
Yeah
Twista
What up?
(I wanna get next to you)
Jeremih
Tell her
Uhuh

[Jeremih:]
I wanna get next to you
Tonight I got my Christian Dior's on
On my new Spider from Zone
I got a couple dollars and yeah
I just gotta, I just gotta
Text her what she on
And she text back "I'm alone"
Yeah, you know ain't no questions baby
I wanna get next to you

[Twista:]
What's up lil' mama? Could you tell me your name?
I'm in all white, cocaine, so flame
Is what I'm smoking on when I
Think about it when I'm looking at your body when I see you cause I really wanna come close
So fly and I want you the most
Let's have a toast, drinks on me
Summertime, drop top, wintertime, minks on me
Too cold, I'm hoping that really want me cause I
Be at you cause wanna get next to you
In the back of the Phantom, or the club in VIP or at the bar
When I see you I feel like I'm looking at a star, up to par
Just so fly
Having dreams of you being mine, cause I'm just so high
Telling all my boys that you chose me and left yo' guy
Magnificent situation, I'm so glad that I bumped you
Intense, let me close up this tense distance between us two
Cause I don't wanna go hard like I wanna have sex with you
I'ma take my time and let you know (I wanna get next to you)

[Jeremih:]
I wanna get next to you
Tonight I got my Christian Dior's on
On my new Spider from Zone
I got a couple dollars and yeah
I just gotta, I just gotta
Text her what she on
And she text back "I'm alone"
Yeah, you know ain't no questions baby
I wanna get next to you

[Twista:]
I think you sexy, ain't no need for the faking
Could you tell me, is this seat taken? If it ain't then can I sit down?
Compliment her like a gentleman because I know that there's fly shit there
All the time in the back of my mind I wanna say "that's my shit there"
With the swag of a diva, hot but not too flamboyant
Wishing I could communicate with her through clairvoyance
Telepathy and I could really tell her what I feel about her when I have a thought
Pretty skin and your lips look so soft, don't talk, shhh, be quiet
Could you tell what I be thinking about when you see my eyes?
They say I'm looking at you like prey
And I'm a lion and I'm finna make a move
Cause I really wanna see her on my arm a lot
Tryna be her friend, I'ma become so close I'll be her confidant
But, play hard to get and tell me why don't I just go
Well I think you are the shit so (I wanna get next to you)

[Jeremih:]
I wanna get next to you
Tonight I got my Christian Dior's on
On my new Spider from Zone
I got a couple dollars and yeah
I just gotta, I just gotta
Text her what she on
And she text back "I'm alone"
Yeah, you know ain't no questions baby
I wanna get next to you
I wanna get next to you
I wanna get next to you

[Jeremih & Twista:]
And when you call me
That's right
And I'm gon make sure I'll be on my way next to you baby
I wanna get next to you
Wanna be close to you baby
I wanna get next to you

 

[fox69]

"No Friend Of Me"
(feat. Chief Keef & Stunt Taylor)

"No Friend Of Me"
(feat. Chief Keef & Stunt Taylor)



[Intro:]
He ain't no friend of me
He ain't no friend of me
He ain't no friend of me

[Hook x2 - Stunt Taylor:]
Nigga if he broke, he ain't no friend of me
Wearing fake designer, he ain't no friend of me
Money long and still stretching like a centipede
Extended clips and prayers for all my enemies

[Verse 1 - Chief Keef:]
He ain't no friend of me kill that fucking nigga like my enemy
I'm tired of this fuck niggas being in front of me
All these dinners killing me, my energy (Gang)
Catch a fuck nigga show him what he meant to me (Bang Bang)
And I cop this MAC, it go rat tat
You toke that deuce duece sound like a high hat
I'm towing on this chopper, it go grat grat
Same puss I beg for then I pay for my head
Send me up, baby girl, don't try that
I got my fellow me and every mob gat
Too much tooka pack where my life at
Bullets come out this chopper, where the knife at?
They say when you're rich, you can't have broke friends
I guess I just noticed that
They with you when you're rich but when it all ends
Bet that shit be all over with

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2 - Twista:]
I still want none, get on a track and I go dumb
Keep talking shit, you see them bitties come
And the Lords come and them folks come
And they be coming with some shit, better click at it, clack
Clip after clip after Mac and some shit that'll rip out your back
Hollow heavy hitter, bullets'll slip out the crack
My haters get ghost, what, chewing all that money
You were saying to me you ain't got a prop or job
You're a shame to me, half nigga always in the club
You were thot to me, can't pay for VIP
Parking, you broke to me
Used to got no money, you mistaking me
For that other nigga that you seen, he ain't none of me
Pull up in that Benz with no key, sit on 4 G's
Killers all behind me, send this bitch up, G

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"No Peace Sign"

"No Peace Sign"


[Tung Twista]
relaxin maxin to the maximum
to tracks a hum
the wicks where the stacks are from
inside the styles of a funky lyrical wiz
what a miracle is
get down to spiritual business
now my tounge kissed
put words in your system wished em
respect the blackness em
give in em win em the peace they want
but dont want the peace signs unless its in the mind
become a victim because i kick em sick em
supposed to be black but they be wack
those who pretend to be a muslim i gooshed em
positive ones i pushed em
into the path or righteousness might get dissed
those who pump a fist but aint right with this
i increase rhymes wacks and weak minds
if it aint real stop throwin up peace signs

[chorus 2x]
dont give him no peace sign if you dont mean it from your heart
untied we can get over, yet were still apart

terror wished em ima terrorize elorize in disguise
those for side for tizin and i begin
to creepin seepin thought out unrighteousness and dissed
connect of venomous gangs with the rhytmness
figured they manifestin g i can address
individually each emcee is throwin up peace but dont pray to the east
i write the lect the soul should be playin towards mecca
but snakes and devils wont letcha
freestyle some religous free dump see
to letcha know how come dumb some be
ignorance a comish to look like a fish
and since we whipped from bars to a ghetto priz
ima wiz some brains i give em a brain washin
when im walkin devils im squashin
science fiction mixed in tricks in fixin
the ways of all sort for good
come in my fortress ima gonna force this
cuz it holy dont try to fold me
some just say peace tryin to the black guy
some say peace thinkin it means bye bye
so g if ya never mean this from the heart and the mind
stop throwin up peace signs

[chorus]

lets walk the path of a vo-cab-ulary
you'll cary the thoughts of every righteous man
lets fight this plan of a other man
waxin thoughts of a brother man
satans waitin for us to be hatin each other
sister brother or mother color
blackness dont try to attack this fact this lets now practice
true peace new salon one who is a peace
cease when you see hunger than give peace
blacks a supplied them and applied them identified them
you suffer inhale and say why them
cuz you did not follow the path that i layed out
say blackness and get played out
like children wildin some try to kick a fist
pick a fist i take a piss wikedness to get crushed up
movin up on that bustop while stand inhale bustop
so you must stop
fakin the holy faith in wakin
star dont come apart our hearts get a stake in
so dont be mad so what minds to the minimum
cuz in the em sendin em holy wisdom
to let you know from the heart and the mind
stop throwin up peace signs

[chorus]

 

[fox69]

"No Pistols"
(feat. Speedknot Mobstaz)

"No Pistols"
(feat. Speedknot Mobstaz)



[Intro]
Yeah, Mobsta stiddyle
Let's ride on them bitches
It's time to go to war nigga
You ready?

[Chorus: Twista (Liffy Stokes)]
Don't wanna see you, with no, pistols if you ain't ready to roll nigga
(Put down that .45)
Don't wanna see you, with no, pistols if you ain't ready to roll nigga
(Gotta let that 40 ride)
Don't wanna see you, with no, pistols if you ain't ready to roll nigga
(Let's do a homicide)
Don't ever wanna see you, with no, pistols if you ain't ready to roll nigga
(You ain't ready to ride)

[Twista]
Don't wanna see you with that fo'-five unless you gon' ride
If I say you gon' die, motherfucker I get so live
But you be procrastinatin
I think you fuck around with pistols cause they fascinatin
You motherfuckers ain't gon' do nothin, when you get through frontin
Niggaz out here already know that you ain't gon' shoot nothin
End up at the Pearly Gates when they test you
Got a dirty face but what you know about a .38-special?
Sheeit - and I know them hard words make you jump
But what your heart worth when you got the Mossberg pump, bitch?
And the shorties lookin at you like a punk bitch
Cause you ain't makin what you claim, ain't gon' dump click
You gon' cry when you hear them bullets dumpin when them shorties come and ride on you
When the pistol click-clack
If you still alive will you really get to dumpin if you got that .45 on you?
Tell them bitches get back

[Chorus]

[Mayz]
Once upon a time in the Chi
there was three real killers who bust guns and puff fire
They cop weight by the ki, and back up every gram
And stay ready for bustin with the pistol in they hand
I'm preachin murder like a vicious reverend
About niggaz who claim they shootin but ain't never seen .357's
Now what reason would you hold it for?
Put that pistol down nigga pick that weed up, roll it up
Twist up the lye, you don't really wan' die
Stop your bloodclaat lyin, your bullets don't fly
Freestyle ain't smooth like Vidal Sassoon
I keep the (Smif-n-Wessun) with me like I'm Black Moon
Toss up the livin room, stomp through the kitchen
I caught that nigga in the bathroom shittin and pissin
What you shakin for? I thought you said you ready to ride?
Don't be comin with me if you say you strapped because I

[Chorus]

[Liffy Stokes]
I keep a P95 9-milli Ruger
You fuckin with a shooter, quick to bloody yo' suit up
My aim impeccable, on point like a decimal
300 feet away in a tower snipin the festival
What you know about nines, and Glock .40's?
And .45's, AR-15's with the five-pound slide
30-shot clips, snub noses with the rubber grips
Wicked tecs'll put the kiss of death on your lover's lips
It's M-O-B nigga, we quick to squeeze nigga
AK-47's make them bitches retreat nigga
Like a G nigga, I make 'em bleed nigga
Come at me wrong and I'm bustin, that's on my seed nigga
My war chest is filled with bullets and tecs
Ski masks, gloves and vests, so nigga what's next?
Nigga, it's real thuggin, you a bitch to the bone
If you ain't gon' do nothin shorty, leave them pistols alone

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"No Remorse"
(feat. Mayze, Malif, Link, Turtle, Liffy Stokes)

"No Remorse"
(feat. Mayze, Malif, Link, Turtle, Liffy Stokes)



[Liffy Stokes]
I hang wit pullers of automatic triggers and gold diggers
My mob's full of go getters
Go live or die by the cold niggas
Wit drama bringers ear ringers and pistol slingers with itchy fingers
Getting high on inhaling nigga smoke that lingers
Buck wild hostile we verbal barrels threw nostrils
My hollow point apostles turn living flesh into fossils
It's through gospel niggas will wet it vick Malif'll shred it
Beef on these streets only gets the best of you if you let it

[Malif]
Well it's that Westside nigga from K-Town always gonna stay down
Lay pounds on the table, smoking while watchin cable
I'm able to lick the shot from the porch of my block
And when the gun spray stops there's no information for cops
Nigga I'm heartless some say I role wit the forces of darkness
But the closest I burned to death is the reason that I spark this (Spark this what)
Dramafied premeditated homicide that coincides with the day you die
Cause G, I'm about to let it ride

[Chorus 2x]
Petty niggas down when the bullets fly,
no remorse your fuckin wit a mobsta
For fuckin wit a mobta
If you got your shit right then run and hide,
cause I got a slip quick clip on the side
For fuckin wit a mobsta

[Turtle]
Fuck the car jack we do a body snatch
Tie niggas up in the trunk wit them rats like a mac for owning scratch
SpeedKnot's unstoppable muderin as many niggas as possible
Makin heaven a hospital, and where I'm from it's highly probable
In a Benny reefa roller street patroller stackin clips for lethal loadin
In the city where secrecy's golden
Live or die in the Chi, we kill demeanors wit inferred beamers
Death is the sinner
whether the Reaper awaits your fate with your soul on his finger

[Mayze]
Nigga you can't retreat
When the Mobstaz greet you with bullets like Robert De Niro on Heat
And makin killin look sweet
See a nigga like Mayze break the safety I hold the clip 'till infinite
To show your definite when I make you cry blood like I broke your virginity
Shit my Mobstaz is straight cheat vs. killers for cash
Quick to stick your ass and flash this 3-80 and rainbow macs
And now you thinking of bringin that bull shit in this direction
Just cause you rap a lot don't mean you can't get a lethal injection

[Link]
Picture Link the mercenary fuckin you like missionary
Position them missile carriers precision 'till them bitches buried
But a mobstaz sip on Sherries snitch niggas sing like canaries
Where we wrong be carrying clone Periyon and Herringbone
We on the streets in territory we chill come and get you chest pealed
Hot steal and banana clips standing on tip you get your flesh filled wit rhinos
Energies feel for my soul they holdin captive
Visions of living strengthy posses me lets make it happen

[Chorus]

[Twista]
Smokin on sweet reef for the beat freak
Cause it's in the heat seaker of the street sweeper
Think I'm lying if you want shit is deadly as slugs
Got you swimming in the blood like sea creatures
Cause you done lit to the land of the lost
where our straps looking as pretty as bitches
But pullin up in a hearse to a church is the curse of these hideous witches
Hittin hoes wit, 44's and four by fours wit the pain of a figure four
Wounds hit you like a hit will blow
Every nigga on this track I'll pull a trigger for
If you test the rock vest, pullin slugs like a lockness
I'm a for show protect my chest
Everything in holes is what I unload and not less
Until meals make progress
Y'all niggas no who y'all be never let me see your face in my spot
While you still be facin your block I'ma be erasing you block
Snappin off like Jason on rocks tastin your knots
Cause when it's pockets for profit
I can't stop it this mob got me
If you ain't gonna pop it don't cock it
Cause if we working you, ready to us carrying clips that's reversible
Takin all our business personal diss wit a verse we all hurtin you
Bull shit aside, (Niggas is knowin I fill another wit holes and not hide)
Better role if not ride unless you hoes don't got pride
No remorse when your fuckin wit a SpeedKnot Mobsta

[Chorus 2x, variation on last 2 lines]
If you got your shit right then run and hide
Cause I got a slip quick clip on the side and drop ya
For fuckin wit a mobsta

 

[fox69]

"Nothing Like Me"
(feat. Gritz)

"Nothing Like Me"
(feat. Gritz)



[Gritz:]
He don't do the things like I, do he?
He don't make you feel like I, do he? Do he?
He don't drive the car I drive, do he?
He ain't gettin money like I, do he? Do he?

[Twista:]
Every minute I be in it
Every minute I be in it, I be killin competition
Watch I wreck 'em from the start to the finish
I make 'em start to diminish
Embody anybody makin a comment about me the way I don't like
Disgruntled motherfuckers and suckers, today we call 'em haters
I'm so major hoes on me and they wanna fight
They wanna bite cause I'm original like Bobby Digital
My style is critical and yours intermediate
I'm just a rappin legacy, I got the recipe
for cookin up and servin and they likin the ingredients
A mack and I'm a genius, a flow or horror
I could peep your aura and see what your inner feelings might be
Niggaz talkin shit cause they ain't used to bein
in the same room with a legendary nigga like me
Some of 'em really wanna be me
And they want my car, hoe
And they flow like me
Niggaz wanna take away my style, they can't get it how I get it
But they money never grow like me though
How I live it is exquisite and the picture is so vivid that the riches
and I don't mean monetary but within the body and the mental
Spectacular graphics in back of a plethora of energy
Vocally vibratin rhythms through a instrumental
Spit and tellin niggaz you don't really want it
Bitches you don't really want it
Think I'm dissin even when it's hypothetical and I ain't really on it
I'm known to body my opponents
Should I say opposition, in my position I'm expected to be venomous
I beat 'em down verbally the way I rap
like it was multiples of me, I fuck 'em up like it was ten of us
And this ain't even strenuous
Twista

[Chorus - Gritz:]
He don't do the things like I, do he?
He don't make you feel like I, do he? Do he?
He don't drive the car I drive, do he?
He ain't gettin money like I, do he? (Ain't do it like me) Do he?
He don't do the things like I, do he?
He don't make you feel like I, do he? Do he?
Give a fuck 'bout how you feel nigga (feel nigga)
She gon' pop the thang for real nigga, nigga

[Twista:]
Every second I be intimate
Every second I be intimate with the music
as I get into it and every ryhthm in the instrument
Intelligently ignorant the way I spit it
Admit it, I'd be admitted into the hospital
if I didn't know how I spit'll be the conversation of lyricists
Congregation'll fit with this, I'll leave you volatile
If you got a style you probably got it from hearin Twist
A certain section of my '97 patterns
My 2004 lyrics hard to copy
Cadences and mannerisms, I can tell it when I hear it
I could tell it when I hear it
And I'm never specific cause if I do a nigga gon' take it the wrong way
I'll fuck him up for whatever he gon' say
Dependin on who he be I'm thuggin like I'm PeeWee Longway
Blowin after a long day
And I want my haze, kush
And my diesel too
How you ain't gon' have nothin to roll up with me
if you gon' fuck with me if I be blowin weed with you though?
Old fake-ass niggaz, they be the reason I don't fuck with them
All over the dick when they see the Gucci
I just roll one up and say rest in piece to Doe B
Blowin for when they free my lil' brother and free Lil Boosie
Twista

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang"

"Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang"


None of y'all can hang
None of y'all can hang [repeated]

[VERSE 1]
Hype! You better pipe down, or a fight's found
I know you can tear the mic down - huh, sike, clown
Say I'm phony like Christmas cause I twist this
Diss and hiss this, I'm pissed, come and kiss this
Butt of mine, you ain't but a blind muthafucka
Duck tail, one tail, dum tail, try to run, snail
Untangle your dreadlock, I mean deadlock
I'ma rock and hope your ears get the point like Mr. Spock
Them sucker wack rappers whippersnappers think I'm new to this
I been true to this, give me somethin to chew to this
Like bubble gum bums that think I can't hum to a slow drum
Don't think I know where I come from, dumb-dumb, uhm -
I flow to rhythms of all sorts, different sports
Give me some pants with them hands, I ain't takin shorts
Tired of them tiny turds and nerds, absurd words
I think I rock too quick, cause at my pace they ain't heard words
But I know one thang
None of y'all can hang

None of y'all can hang
None of y'all can hang [repeated]

[VERSE 2]
My style I kick, "You're flowin too quick"
That's what I hear from the vicks
I bet I don't flow as quick as you lick chicks
Please, think I'm sweater than peas? I flick em like fleas
At ease, and even overseas they flip over these
Scall, I break em like a fall, my lead stops em all
I put em in headlocks, dreadlocks and all
I'ma scuff vicks with lyrical ruff tricks
Tuff kicks, put em at the end like a suffix
You better maxwell and get smart
Cause I'ma flow and kill em and let the angels play the harp
I'm sharp, Tung, I be rollin like bicycles, I slice pickles
Should I say cucumbers, newcomers, I flip em like nickels
And dimes, cause nickel-and-dime rhymes I find from blind minds
This time they all wanna diss mine
Why? Because I let the funky lyricals fly like this
Come get with the lyrical manifest that'll be flowin, and I
Rock, they still wanna diss a pro because of my quicker flow
You suckers get played like a piccolo
And I let you know one thang
None of y'all can hang

None of y'all can hang
None of y'all can hang [repeated]

[VERSE 3]
Check, hope you're ready, singers, for steady ringers
And humdingers, bum slingers cut from Freddy's fingers
Slice, nice, twice: he sliced ice and sliced mics with spice
So precise, don't sacrifice, take my advice
Jihad is on the twelves turnin giants to elves
Puttin twelves on the shelves, makin em hate themselves
Cuts like his, you lack that
Records were tossed, and then he crossed the fader like a black cat
Holdin the beat like a hostage
Think it's a joke? Try to poke, then suckers get smoked like a sausage
DJ Jihad be stickin cats
Turnin em sucker ducks' cuts into chicken scratch
...get the catch?
Suckers' hearts are ripped apart
For tryin to get with the god Jihad
Punk, that wasn't smart
Yo, ain't it a damn shame?
None of y'all can hang

None of y'all can hang
None of y'all can hang [repeated]

(Get busy)
(Get busy)
(Get busier)