Twista

[fox69]

"The Recipe (Remix)"

"The Recipe (Remix)"


[Intro]
Reloaded
That’s right, Twista dot com
Shut the thick short drum
Dru wuddup
Ruby Hornet
Who you know do it better
Than the number 1 co-signer?
That’s right

[Hook]
You might catch me in that leather
Looking like a baws
No one thinks they’d never have me
But he hit me up
Texas, I be screwed up
Shot town, I be really getting it
But nothing like my own town, I’m forever living
They come for (on the way you runnin’ for the wind when we together)
Women we wanted got that wonder we weather
Know that sound, they were coming big
What what more can I say?
Well welcome to LA

[Verse]
We live in the city, the shire’s cold
Cold, woa, when the winter cold I feel every bit of dope
I feel like a gyroscope
So off balance is a challenge to be runnin’ from murder
You bitch upon yourself
From the inner feeling spirit that burning that
Can have a taste of butter for me
How I never try ‘em though
Religiously realest
But if runnin’ my opponent if he want it
A product of my environment though
Can see I’m a cook
I’m on the front porch blowin’ eons of kush
A G, I’m a G, I’m a G
Genius, I run with the money like kids will cross me on his book
Nickin’ 2-50 2 cards in the deck
Then if at the way you want it, November season the winter
Said you’ll fill your heart with respect
Fin the knuckles if you don’t the situation could be pretty icky
Nigga what I’m back
My niggas we dine in my city then when I’m in the whack
Go pimpin’ then I’m feeling like I’m that
You scarin’ the violinist and go take a little bit of that
Too ‘bove when I’m on the west side
Had a little bit of haze when I had a bad style
But this be the best style
If I had any kind of luck if you say you have a better bag
And remember that fire
Cuz some of this give some of that
We can smoke until we burn my whole house down
Left eye, can’t spend it all, can’t smoke it all, can’t hit ‘em all
I don’t give a fuck, let’s try
Knowin’ I’m the remedy
Nigga when the killer’s up, checks on enemies
Shot town be the shit
But I finna take a trip to give me some of the west coast trinity

[Hook]
You might catch me in that leather
Looking like a baws
No one thinks they’d never have me
But he hit me up
Texas, I be screwed up
Shot town, I be really getting it
But nothing like my own town, I’m forever living
They come for (on the way you runnin’ for the wind when we together)
Women we wanted got that wonder we weather
Know that sound, they were coming big
What what more can I say?
Well welcome to LA

 

[fox69]

"Throwin' My Money"
(feat. R. Kelly)

"Throwin' My Money"
(feat. R. Kelly)



[Intro: R. Kelly]
In the club, throwin money
Turned up, Kells and the Twista

[Chorus: R. Kelly]
The way she work it on that pole (hah!)
Got me throwin my money, throwin my money
The way she twerk it on that pole (hah!)
Got me throwin my money, throwin my money
The way she pop it on that pole (hah!)
Got me throwin my money, throwin my money
The way she slide down on that pole (hah!)
Got me throwin my money, throwin my moneyyyyy

[Twista]
Pop that booty, let me watch it girl
Drop it, I will not knock it, better yet I'ma reach into my pocket girl
Watch it girl, she sluggin, come on over here cause I see what you doin
Tippin off the plenty booze
how you be attractin plenty dudes with the Jimmy Choo shoes you in
What you doin takes some talent, so I gotta say that I'm enjoyin what I witness
My, money flow is endless, lookin at her work that pole like a gymnast
Climbin up to the top, turn it upside-down, then open up her legs
Lookin sexy all the way to the bottom
I'm throwin dollars cause it look like she finna hit her head
Now she twirlin around it, then do a split right in front of it
Ready to go back up, when she look at how thick the money get
She do it caterpillar, ballerina, diamond toes, aerial and vert'
Full rockin inverted crucifix, fan kick
Po' pounds, windmills, stacks spin in reverse

[Chorus]

[R. Kelly]
I ain't got no plans tonight
Get somewhere, you can help me get my head right
And I love your swag, cause it's just like mine
Siamese, twins, freaky, you, we be, two, of a, kind
Strip club is our playground, she playin on her monkey bars
Up and down like a rollercoaster, I call that ass a theme park
Way she handle her business (business) from the sky she make it drop
My money no limit (limit) tonight I'm 'bout to go astronaut
Never ride solo, Mr. Franklin always with me
She done been around that pole so many times she should be dizzy (dizzy)
Rolex that's real time, these niggaz exaggeratin
Her ass can hold a glass, that's no exaggeratin

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Thug Sex"
(feat. Quozel Benton)

"Thug Sex"
(feat. Quozel Benton)



[Intro: Twista (Quozel Benton)]
We can thug fuck if you want to
Shawty show me what you gon' do
(Baby let me see what you got)
(See if you can hit my G-spot)
We can thug fuck if you want to - rough sex
Shawty show me what you gon' do - I fuck you hard
C'mon let me see what you got - work it girl
See if I can hit the G-spot

[Twista]
Let me see your ass up in the air
Fuck holdin your waist baby, let me pull your hair
You ain't gotta worry 'bout a nigga cummin too fast
I can fuck you for two hours with my thumb in your ass
Oooooooooooh - off a shot of Patrón
I can hit you with some hard dick all night long
How I cut I'm not a wanksta
Bitches love me cause I fuck like a gangsta
Now bring it back shawty, other motherfuckers poke too slow
I grip ya neck and fuck ya fast while I choke ya hoe
I'll load you up with a banana clip
You fuckin with dude but Twista got a fatter dick
Won't you come and try this shit
We in the bed long, shawty know her legs long
Baby I'm a freak, I hope you like to get head long
And don't get shit on my face
After I fuck you good I'ma let you sit on my face
Now c'mon shawty

[Chorus: Twista (Quozel Benton)]
We can thug fuck if you want to - rough sex
Shawty show me what you gon' do - I fuck you hard
C'mon let me see what you got - work it girl
See if I can hit the G-spot - like that
(We can thug fuck if you want to) Rough sex
(Come and show me what you gon' do) I fuck you hard
(Baby let me see what you got) Work it girl
(See if you can hit my G-spot)

[Twista]
You ain't gotta ask "Did he hit her?"
When it come to sex I'm gettin mo' pussy than kitty litter
I'm a big freaky muh'fucker, when I hit you you gon' have to get sprung
I'll treat you like a cat, give you a bath with my tongue
Oooooooooooh - jaws droppin off what I'm poppin
I don't give a fuck cause this be dope when I see y'all rockin
In the club throwin bubble up
Shitted on them when I pulled in a Lexus bubble up, shawty come and cuddle up
Spent two-fifty on me, a 'dro sack (or some kush)
I get high then go break the hoe back (and that's real)
I bust a nut cause the ass was so soft (ain't it man)
Got in my car, dropped the top, and drove off {skrrrrt}
Look at the time on my circular watch
Hit the hood and make sure the shawties got some work on the block
I'm immaculate when it come to hustlin
If it's beef I'm who they have to get when it come to bustin
Thug when it come to fuckin

[Chorus]

[Twista]
Got some fiends, bring them in, bring a friend
I lean and bend cause I'm sippin on Seagrams gin
in some cranberry or over soda
Shawty come and put my numbers in your Motorola, later you can hold a boulder
Cause strict lil' mama, I'm Twist' lil' mama
The one that have you ridin Benzes sippin Cris' lil' mama
I'm the one chillin up in V.I.P.
Can't get in unless I let you, even if I see I.D., ooh what a G I be
If you ain't thuggin then shawty you gotta go (ain't it man)
Cause I got my homies at the front do' (that's chuuch)
Can't get in unless you in the ghetto zone
If you wild I wanna fuck you with those stilettos on
Oooooooooooh - let's bring some heat in the place
Do I have to skeet on yo' waist or can I skeet in yo' face?
If they ever ask you if Twista a classy nigga
Tell them "Naw, that nigga thuggin, he a nasty nigga"
So what's up shawty?

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Trouble"

"Trouble"


[Intro]
I, want, my, dough
Or it's gon' be trouble, somebody let them niggaz know
I, want, my, dough
Or it's gon' be trouble, somebody let them niggaz know
I, want, my, dough
Or it's gon' be trouble, somebody let them niggaz know
I, want, my, dough
Or it's gon' be some trouble

[Twista]
Oh ain't no playin me, it's Twista
I gots to get mine, ya dig?

I need a stove and a pot from you, oh I need a jar from you
I'm 'bout to cook up somethin horrible
I make a big chunk and I chop it down to particles
and sell a part to you, get this money is what I'ma do, ooh
A tall dawg call me momma-do ooh, from sellin nuggets to your momma duke
Now I got money out the follicles
Try to stop me I'ma put your name up in the article
I turn a giant to a molecule
Peon and pussy were the man's parents
I see straight through you like you transparent
You ain't capo, you run your man's errands
Low on the totem pole, but me I hold the do'
I'm never freezin below zero, I can't go below a O
So now I got digits, got critics - fuck 'em
I got bitches that come back wit it, bust you in yo' cap fitted
You niggaz ain't know I was that siddick
The chain flick up, peep the (Chronicles) of Twista nigga, fuck Riddick

[Chorus]
I, want, my, dough
Or it's gon' be trouble, somebody let them niggaz know
I, want, my, dough
Or it's gon' be trouble, somebody let them niggaz know
I, want, my, dough
Or it's gon' be trouble, somebody let them niggaz know
I, want, my, dough
Or it's gon' be some trouble, somebody let them niggaz know

[Twista]
Uh-huh I rap scary, make A&R's get on they Blackberry
Type in to they boss that every track heavy
If rappers was reverends I'm that Jesse
Or comedians then I'm that Eddie, football I'm that Jerry
You could count on me when you throw the (Rice)
Married to the mob so throw the rice, you are just a prototype
Son of the devil call him Dolomite
I'm on another level but you wrote 'em, right?
You fiend for that 'dro to write
He ain't nothin I'm made, it's swift out the cuts when I daze him
Give him cuts and abrasions cause I'm too fuckin amazin
Huff don't get you paid and I'm makin big bucks off of haze and
My dope gon' keep on comin back like you fuckin with Jason
Vorhees, more ki's, get killed for the pies
They yours to serve but the hills have eyes - I'm watchin you
You should be through my money, huh?
Well when I come through have that money up
and I don't even wanna hear no funny stuff, hurry up

[Chorus]

[Twista]
Buck buck, my guns fire horror
A lil' money you better wire momma because I am diaboli-cal
To your life I say sayanora
Better call God or hire Allah, cause nigga I am lava
Flow out the volcano to burn the village
These cooking utensils ain't given to you boy you gotta earn the skillet
When it come to a cap you gotta learn to peel it
When it come to a track you gotta learn to feel it
when it's your turn to kill it
Musical masturbation I'm feelin myself, I'm deadly and mannish
But I still'll leave you and your buddy damaged
Freakin on the tracks so nasty that you can't understand it
'Til you see me sippin dollars and eatin a money sandwich
And the new Jag be lookin so splendid
But I can't re-cop it 'til you get finished - it's been three days nigga
Give me mine, you know I gots to get paid nigga
Don't you know the consequences of fuckin with a made nigga?

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"U Don't Know Me"
(feat. Oobie)

"U Don't Know Me"
(feat. Oobie)



[Oobie]
Uh, China White, Oobie, Twista

[Twista]
Now thick, we roll on plenty chrome
50 strong when the temp is on, then I kick it on
Butter-bee how could you get it wrong
Girl yo homey don't know what she talkin' bout
Told you I came at her, now you wildin' and walkin' out
She tryin' to hate
You took the bait and you shoulda just been tickled
Cause you rollin' on 20-inch nickels
Neck and wrist full of sickles
Oobie, you wanna do me
Girl please, I'm who you need
Steady stackin' G's, I'm been givin' you too much cheese to leave

[Oobie]
Every time that I come around you
You're shovin' yo money all up in my face
And that's you're first mistake
The things that you bought for me were cool
But I still don't have to give in to you
You can't buy me

[Chorus]
Boy you bout to get lonely
Pushin' up on my homey
Cause you don't know me
You don't know me
And boy you got to be crazy
Thinkin' I was still yo lady
But you don't know me
You don't know me

[Oobie]
Every time that I turn my back you
Are tryin' to get all in my homegirl's face
You know you're outta place
You embarrass yourself from the things you do
But it's not the issue
I don't want you
Don't want you
And she told me what you said about me
But you didn't tell her you were handin' out G's
Straight takin' care of me
Takin' care of me

[Chorus]

[Oobie]
Now boy you're not here do what you wanna do to me
Just cause you paid off my bills for me
You're not gon' lie and cheat on me
Especially not with my homies
You need to know that I heard all yo lies before
Don't be runnin' that bullshit on me no more
All dried out with them lies baby
That's why you about to be lonely

[Chorus]

[Oobie]
So back up off me, you don't know me
You playin' games but you don't know me
Up on my homegirl, you don't know me
That's why you lonely cause you don't know me
So back up off me, you don't know me
You playin' games but you don't know me
Up on my homegirl, you don't know me
That's why you lonely cause you don't know me

Boy you about to be lonely you
Pushin' up on my homey you
You about to be lonely you
You about to be lonely-lonely

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Unsolved Mystery"

"Unsolved Mystery"


[Twista]
I know a whole bunch of motherfuckers thats prepared whoop
Leave a body bloody red to scoop
Poppin off lead for loot
Shot the pussy up from head to boot
Just for talkin dramatic when it was static you was scared to shoot
Police prepared to swoop
To catch a nigga on the runway but don't none stay for the white chalk
If aired out your tip whatch your lip niggas pipes talk
I you wasn't seen then you might walk
Even if it ain't the time of day niggas will find a way like locos off of nodos
Cappin when you servin your blows niggas doze hoes
Got the popos posin as hobos
Take a photo of him please
Tell the Chi Town he freeze they don't give a fuck if it was DT's
They be up like the sea breeze on CC's
And they handin out these murders like free cheese
Could you pass me the B please
I got intercate shit to kick even though I campaign with a gang
Bumpin though in different denominations in the nations,
and the nations racin worried bacause I'm slangin the thangs
If you can ahng up at my town up a K Town
if you dissin them then you dissin me
Niggas actin like they glad to die so if you had to try,
if they faded you it wouldn't mean shit to me
just a unsolved mystery

[Chorus 2x]
Before I saw his body lyin down
I heard a motherfucker crying now
Have you ever seen a bitch nigga give into mysery
And left an unsolved mystery
Before I saw his body lyin down
I heard a motherfucker crying now
Call the popo the man and mess
Shot up his head and chess
Put to rest now the rest should be history
Before I saw his body lyin down
I heard a motherfucker crying now
Have you ever seen a bitch nigga give into mysery
And left an unsolved mystery
Before I saw his body lyin down
I heard a motherfucker crying now
Niggas actin like they glad to die
So if you had to try
If they faded you it wouldn't mean shit to me

[2nd vesre]
In a hoopty shorty's will design a spot
So when the get pulled over them people wouldn't find the spot
But if you ain't got it hid you have the flowest
if you can throw it and motherfucker its a nine to knot
Just go back to where your thang lay
Cause lo key niggas they started out in the gang way
But if you wild when your aim spray
Them niggas that you aired out is gonna be comin back the same day
In the middle of a war you ain't on the tip
if you get the guns and clips to keep doin what you doin
Is it the same chiefs that got the same beef
claimin they ain't been doin the bruh be givin it to 'em
Flamboyant niggas must be slow
If your bitch ain't get popped then its a blessin she a lucky hoe
Cause no matter where the fuck he go
In K Town they will dress him in a casket and tuxedo
Cause you can't be actin thug roof
Because of Hennesey and drug use these niggas love juice
Some don't even considered gettin caught
cause when you talk up some shit the gonna be quick and let the slugs loose
These motherfuckers heart is love boo
Especially like them niggas up at Ghostown Windy City snipe
Cause its a pitty when hype
For niggas wanna get witty
For comin too pretty
Get the chilli filled and desipher
To pay the piper and bow to viper
Twice is rough
Now is what I'm kickin hype enough
Cause everytime I puff and write this stuff
I kick a frenzy facin fuckin and fury cause I dont like to bluff
So if we ever get into it and let the static get to me
Lets squash it and make it history
Niggas actin like the glad to die
So if you had to try
If they faded you it wouldn't mean shit to me
Just an unsolved mystery

[Chorus]

[3rd verse]
Now listen they be kickin hocus pocus
I done said shit to put your motherfucking eyes out of focus
So writing what I wrote is hopeless
If you see our base and you said then you better be ferosheous
And matter fact I hope the dopest
For to try to cope this is hopeless
Cause my lethal rhymes
Is the kind that can beat you blind
And pre-design
I pee through mine
Like I see through lines
Check the brain and see define
The reason I'm gunnin I tried the runnin
Cause I should have let you know
I don't give a fuck you was fronted because you was blunted
West side to the hunters you can't step to hoe
In the state of emergency urgenlty the ambulance will come
And then the law will come demand the gun
But bullshit irrelevence they need evidence
or trippin on elegance they be holdin out they hands for some
If anything they'll hand 'em some
Or get wit him here come the victum he be shot up in his pants and lungs
Cause he actin hard and ran his tongue
Don't mean another nigga he meet in the street gonna be the man to run
Cause a prison is some shit to see
Matter of fact fuck the talkin my lip let me hit the B
Niggas actin like they glad to die
So if you had to try
If they faded you it wouldn't mean shit to me
Just an unsolved mystery

[Chorus 2x]

 

[fox69]

"Up To Speed"

"Up To Speed"


[Chorus x2]
Twista been comin with fast lyrics for year, I'm glad to see niggas catch up to speed
But when I come to doin a intricate pattern I bet you y'all can never fuck with me (no way)
Cause when it come to this music, I am a Mobsta, I am a chief
And when it come to this rap shit then I am a monster, I am a beast

[Verse 1]
Never let negative energy interfere with this
I be from the Outer Limits and I devour to men to haters that intend to annihilate what I put together they don't want to do what I got out from a military
And they want to push and then fire my lyricist
I would murder'em with the dialect of an apostle I'm apocalyptic and I can kick it whichever way you wanna hear it ain't no tellin who Imma kill and bury
How can you fuck with a nigga willin to kill'em all
With the ability to body and brigade a muthafuckas that come with the ruckus screw who any that's out of me whoever strategy you will try to initiate
Theoretically I'm decipher that's infinite
In other words I'm a molto I came through with polo and one day Imma go back and tell'em how them niggas that hate on me cause I kept a circle and no will not affiliate
Ain't no impossible nigga I go the whole yard
Ain't no law with my continuum my minimum is forever and ever nigga so whatever you wanna do it don't really matter to me lets handle it right now
What happen to goin and pullin nigga hoe card
Fuck all the thuggin on the internet cause I'm not into that I'm on a higher intellect and I don't wanna catch a murder cause I know that it's possible that you might die

[Chorus x2]
Twista been comin with fast lyrics for year, I'm glad to see niggas catch up to speed
But when I come to doin a intricate pattern I bet you y'all can never fuck with me (no way)
Cause when it come to this music, I am a Mobsta, I am a chief
And when it come to this rap shit then I am a monster, I am a beast

[Verse 2]
Now they be tellin me Twista come with the hard shit
I don't wanna disappoint'em so I gotta get it in and kill'em with every syllable after syllable like a gorilla do when I beat'em at a physical
I be knowin the way I spit it be God's gift
Cause I'm feelin so fab, when I fuck a nigga up, and send immaculate conception of something and more than one the proportion of the distortion is biblical
Like Isaiah Deuteronomy and Leviticus
I be a lyrical prophet I'm a disciple with a rifle when like John the Baptist, my raps is a revelation of the genesis of ya down fall
I'm a playa you should follow me cause I'm infamous
And my flow is off the chain, I be rappin about something holy then I talk about your body being cut up in pieces, out on the premises when they found y'all
You gotta give me the status of being a legend
In my continuum what I be givin'em be killin'em in everybody feelin'em I'm colder than December I'm a symbol and I make'em remember my emblem
I hit you with the automatic and see you in heaven
Committed a verbal murder we heard the surgery wasn't a success
When you was in the hospital so if I ever get charged, I hope that Imma get the moinimum

[Chorus x2]
Twista been comin with fast lyrics for year, I'm glad to see niggas catch up to speed
But when I come to doin a intricate pattern I bet you y'all can never fuck with me (no way)
Cause when it come to this music, I am a Mobsta, I am a chief
And when it come to this rap shit then I am a monster, I am a beast

[Bridge x2]
Now there'll be no killing of Twista cause I'm omnipotent
But most of them niggas just hate on me cause I flow different
Like the way that I spit it once I get in a niggas ass
Intricate patterns of intelligently spoken words, killin my enemy off with the dialect the Chicago and Imma blast

 

[fox69]

"Victory Or Death"

"Victory Or Death"


2000
No mothafuckin mercy for tha new millennium
It's Victory or Death
I'm tha Twista in this bitch
Mothafuckaz talkin 'bout styles and shit
And who bit what and who made what
Nigga fuck all y'all styles
I'm finna set this shit off like this here

Chitowns murderous mob gothic
Hard knock it give me tha mothafuckin ammunition I'll cock it
Respected like i'm one of Gods prophets
Gotta put it down for legit ballaz and you don't think
That i'll rock it annihilate that nigga
'Cuz like a lamb I was sacrificed for this verbal murder religion
Imprisioned by my hunger to succeed
By the heart I be driven
No shakin, no shiverin, get your shit to bleed
Reciting street literature, shall i spit tha creed
Now who them mothafuckaz talkin 'bout bitin
Go get me the pump-out of my trunk-I'm finna buss
Y'all better run punk
Fuck where you got your style from I be the one
Rippin the track and I'm murderin
I'm in the middle of killin 'em off when the guns dump
With a young pump two to the brain don't even harm me
You fuckin every party, you wont even startle
You' the harder crew of lyrical giants
Turnin mothafuckaz like u to microscopic particles
To hype, to stop it the modules on cruise control
Ride out on these niggas-bitches-ho's
Ain't takin no titles I instantly bruise your soul
Talkin that shit to me- trigger vicious flows
Get to rippin my clothes and start snappin like I'm
Sniffin shit up the nose, and catchin convulsions
Till i'm trembling no surrendering start shootin and
Knockin mothafuckaz out like Benalyn
Reminiscin' on that adrenaline
Oh, now you rememberin
Overdose 'em on poisonous poetry from the west to the wild y'all
Gangbagin like Gotti, rockin tha party
Straight up shockin your body doin it Kami Kaze style y'all

[Hook 1:]
Cause it's Victory or Death nigga, better stay out the way
When my adrenaline pumpin or you can get a..(click-clock-blast)
Die mothafucka die!
Ain't no makin me bleed cause i've got family to feed
It's [repeat]

[Hook 2:]
I would rather die before i cant prosper I'm a mobsta
Won't stop ballin, because it's meant to be,
It's Victory or Death I gotta hustle till i'm gone
[repeat]

To all the folks and the lords.
The bloods and the crips and every ward lets roll
You gotta go- for what you know
If it's retaliation get low
When you get to the calico let it flow
Make these niggaz know in the door
Make a mothafucka bleed for what you need
Cuz the familys gotta eat in the last days it's hatred and greed
Luv to the Gov's, B.M.'s, Field marshals, elites and the chief
Soldiers we better take heed and realize
Signs of the times, stand by yo 9,
Watch out for tha haters and write yo' rhymes
But the industry is set up to fuck u so u better be on the grind
Don't be one of the blind gotta stay alert
And put in work cuz time is almost up
Twistas, Hurricanes, and Volcanoes erupt
So we can't stop the struggle,
I'm killin my enemy, breakin 'em off and not givin a fuck.
And I pray to the Lord my soul to keep
When i go to the sky
Thank you from savin me form a torturous life of hell,
But hile I'm here I'm straight legit ballin until I die
Lets better these years, feel the blood sweat and the tears
Organize, I'll sit back and smoke a Philly witcha
Never scared of my peers, I only got federal fears
And I'm known to put it down for my city nigga
And when we get full of this indo
Hydroponics and Chronic lock up ya doors and tha window
Better go and call up your kinfolks
Cause the riders that's down with this mob
Will murder when the wind blow
Don't know what you info
We bring terror in this Apocalyptic era of Armageddon we headin in
And the only way we can survive is if we come hard
And strive to be gods instead of men!

[hooks 1&2]

 

[fox69]

"Walking On Ice"
(feat. Gucci Mane & OJ Da Juiceman)

"Walking On Ice"
(feat. Gucci Mane & OJ Da Juiceman)



[Chorus 2X: OJ Da Juiceman]
Said we walkin on ice with our wrists like BRRR
And our chain like AYE, and our diamonds like OKAY
And our cars be super fast, and we smokin up that gans
Twista, Juiceman, Gucci Mane, we get that cash
(Young Juice!)

[Twista]
Now when I spit it for the niggaz and the bitches
I be comin with a flow and it be so, bizarre (yup)
Kick ass like Bruce Lee, cause I got diamonds like "WA-TAH!"
And the kush is like "WA-TAH!" And the cars is like "OOOOH"
My sound effects make 'em say "You's a motherfuckin fool"
You can tell from the streets I got love and I'm fresh and you can't take it
You could tell from the neck I'm plugged, yes I'm in the (Matrix)
OJ and Gucci, please tell me who the nigga right there that be seen wit'cha
Named after the car so call me Pearl Tangerine Twista
If she is my cheeba then she is my fiancée (fiancée)
My nina's a diva so I call her Beyoncé (Beyoncé)
My chain got me leanin so I call it my Bombay (Bombay)
And my, watch is conceited so I call it a Kanye (Kanye)

[Chorus]

[Gucci Mane]
I'm smokin on that ganja like a Rasta
Jewelry's sick, my jeweler need a doctor
You're not my type of hype, girl you look like a monster
Head game lame, Gucci Mane'll flunk ya
Candy ice game, thuggin since a youngster
Candy watch game, watch like Willy Wonka
Don't make me tell my nigga Wooh to trunk ya
Or Waka Flocka Flame to double pump ya
Comma comma comma, boy go run ya banks up
Me and Juiceman, let's go buy some more stuff
Fuck a broad man, we down to put the house up
Put your hood up, then step ya game up

[Chorus]

[OJ Da Juiceman]
Alaska and Atlanta, fo' rings shawty
Three chains swang, D-U-B's on my charger
Yes, I'm a stunner, and I'm doin numbers
Right wrist nasty, left wrist dumber
I stunt the whole hun'ned on a necklace and a Hummer
Ballin like a NBA star with them commas
Chain like Karate Kid kickin white diamonds
Wax on, wax off, damn my diamonds shinin
Pull up in that gray thang, 28 Asanti's
Fo' pockets full cause Juiceman get that money
Six cell phones, two trap spots bunky
Young Juiceman blowin pounds of that funky

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Wanna See 'Em Buss"
(feat. Liffy Stokes)

"Wanna See 'Em Buss"
(feat. Liffy Stokes)



[Twista]
The, the cars are so sick, mine'll make you vomit
Maroon forcefield, roofin linin on the stomach
Six inches on the lips, the whole car be suave
Long story short I customized every body part
So these niggaz be hatin, they stay so envious of me
Cause I keep bad bitches and they be with hideous honeys
And my city is ugly, they so gritty and scummy
Gotta be on point when I step out lookin pretty as money
You want these rocks and these karats but you can't get none of that
You gon' get dropped and embarrassed cause I got a gun for that
And I got a Mob and I can't let you stop the mission
I got dreams of makin buildings like a crooked politician
If I have to I'ma murder, hit 'em with the rapid fire for the paper
Got a fully automatic dumpin on 'em
and I'm way up from the back, gotta go through with the caper
If I gotta feed my family I'ma sacrifice my body
And ya already know that I be goin +Kamikaze+

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Cause you don't wanna see 'em bust
These young niggaz out here don't give a fuck
We got the thumpers in the trunk, get your strap, if you gon' ride then run up
Or get sent to an early grave just for tryin to act tough

[Liffy Stokes]
Man I don't know shit 'bout recession
All I know when it's dry on the block the shit's depressin
Baby mama stressin cause I'm short on the support, talkin to take me to court
When she know when I got it it's good, but right now I'm short
You in everything I bought, from the cars to the clothes
So sit yo' ass down somewhere and let me work with this dough
I'm poppin mo's and my head's spinnin
These haters hate cause they don't wanna see the trill winnin
Swimmin in fine women, layin in fine linen
And it's much deserved, I had it hard with this don livin (you know)
Broadcastin live in all hoods and in all visions, analog or digital
62's in the serial; dreams of bein imperial
Smokin on imperial O.G., I feel like Kobe
Mixed with a lil' co-D, all I'm missin is trophies
Rings and ceremonies, the bitches they love Stony
And the niggaz that know me know I keep, the 40 on me

[Chorus]