Twista

[fox69]

"Billionaire"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)

"Billionaire"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)



Caution and Velly (Caution and Velly)

[Chorus: Twista]
Been go go-getters, e'ryday money getter
Gotta make a billion, everyday go-getter
Donald Trump makin big money go-getter
Fast lane ridin, young stack of go-getters
He's a billion dollar boy, she's a billion dollar girl
Billion dollar boy, billion billion dollar girl
Billion dollar boy, billion billion dollar girl
He's a billion dollar boy, she's a billion dollar..

[Twista]
Yeah we get that money, yeah we get that cash
E'ry day, all day, gotta make that cash
Got them haters everywhere tryin to plot on ya ass
That's why I keep the flash just to push they ass back
Twista gotta get that paper e'ry day
If you wanna play in them big league games
Stack yo' money to the sky all day
When you tryin to make a billion ain't no time for you to play

[Interlude: Twista]
Money money money, money money money
Favorite color green cause they like money
Money money money, money money money
Favorite color green cause they like money
Twista gettin dough, Twista gettin green
Countin them stacks, makin that cream
Twista gettin bread, Twista gettin presidents
Billion dollar mindstate, just for the hell of it

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]
We gettin A-rab money
Let's get this A-rab money, ay

I'm bilingual, I be freakin it in Spanish
I speak English but billions is my proper language
Funny you could wrap it like a mummy with a honey
And I'll make the people love me while they hug me with they money
And I'm always in a hurry just to come and cook it curry
Or bake, MORE CAKE, shinin like the day was sunny
And I knew the Lord love me, bless and bestow all upon me
While I embellish all in it, that's the basis of the story
Pardon all of my aggressions, still get it in a recession
And I got the antedote, you could pay me for the confession
And it's money in the air, hope you niggaz fill it up in here
YOU GOT IT? Let me show you how to be a billionaire

[Interlude]

[Chorus]

[Twista]
Steppin in the spot, GMG is the team
We don't know about y'all but we stack our cream
Haters everywhere, we don't really care
When they be talkin that shit over here you know we don't play fair
He's a billion dollar boy, she's a billion dollar girl
Money money money is the root of all worlds
Never let it make you, make that money
G's on the Louie 13 gettin scummy

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Birthday"

"Birthday"


Somebody in here it's ur birthday [x3]
Everybody move like it's ur birthday
Birthday
Mama dance on ur birthday
Mama go break it down on ur birthday
Birthday
[x8]
Celebrate girl nobody can compare with you
Birthday in January s she Aquarius
So they say they say that pussy got miles like Darius
But she look better then most chicks in her area
Shorty don't wanna like me like g
Only fucking with the thugs and the white g's
Birthday February so I'm pieces
Its the fish tales in long island ice teas

 

[fox69]

"Block Music"
(feat. Liffy Stokes, Skooda Chose & B-Hype)

"Block Music"
(feat. Liffy Stokes, Skooda Chose & B-Hype)



[Twista]
I'm sick and tired of the pussy shit
Hoe-ass niggaz I hear rappin, they must be pussy-whipped
What happened to that Beanie Sigel fully shit?
No more sweet-talkin, I wanna hear about the fully clip
What they bust from a pistol grippin through suckin a tissue
But they ain't crushin a sickle, don't you be trustin 'em wit'chu
Homie fuck what's the issue, they will go nuts when I diss you
Crazy for once in my nickels so bring a customer wit'chu
Hit him with the back of the pistol and knock him unconscious
My rappin'll get you, I'm snappin, I'm a monster and I'm as
psycho as they get, I'm the shit, don't get hit with the burners
I'm heartless, I'm dark as [?] is the difference for murder
Plenty riches I earn as the best and the bosses know it
So much paper in the room I'm becomin claustrophobic
Get my message out to the thugs as if I talked to Moses
Score on these niggaz every time I see Moss is open...

[Chorus: Liffy Stokes]
Yeah, this for my niggaz on the grind (on the grind)
When niggaz out there on the deck that's doin time (doin time)
Cock mine, don't be scared even[?] to use it
Cause they're broke, startin the gang-bang music
Block music (block music)
This the shit that you play when you get into it
Block music (block music) block music (block music)
Bust your shit off nigga while I lose it
to this block music (block music) block music (block music)

[Skooda Chose]
K-Town Westside nigga, that's where the hood at
Gang-bang straight block music, that's what I'm good at
As soon as Skood' snap with a track
I burn it down this mantle to wax
It's textbook, example of crack
It's a gangsta party, weed chasers, a block, three haters
Bitch fast cars, a hand of gorillas, speed racer
No NASCAR for that green paper
I blast the Glocks to your team later
Don't ask why I holla back, scrap Holocaust, nigga I'm a boss
Cause that dead man pick-up flow, try me come across
I catch you late night, Johnny Carson - y'all niggaz probably vomit
I live life Sinatra in Vegas, Armani garments
Mob cars, makin moves or make some odd cars[?]
Run to your little hotel room discharge five
But niggaz pop with they ribs turnin
Just like on the block like they crib burnin
I do it for y'all...

[Chorus]

[B-Hype]
Yeah, I put you niggaz in a cemetery
And I'm delusional, don't know how many men I bury
I got a nina, now you know that bitch I gotta carry
But I'ma box you niggaz, shit I ain't never scary
Don't get it twisted my nigga, don't let the size fool ya
A swift kick up yo' ass is what I'd do to ya
B-Hype a menace, I'll finish you with no evidence
Gettin caught up in that bullshit is irrelevant
I'm too grown for my stakes, and these bitches I break
Cause I'm a fuckin snake, fuck you nigga go and hate
Shit I'm a time bomb, that's why I stay armed
And I smoke that backwood to keep my nerves calm
Look for my right arm, it's bringin much heat
And I'm a certified gangsta nigga in the streets
I'm a monster elite, I got them hood figures
And I'm comin real wit it, it's for the block nigga!

 

[fox69]

"Blood N Blood Out"

"Blood N Blood Out"


Me and my closest roll dog
came up in an early age on the corner servin cane
gang bangin and everythang
we some mutherfuckin gangstas
broke to the right
Blood in Blood out brothers and we swore that was for life
servin them keys and be clocking them g's and
we got whatever you need just a come and see me
or my mutherfucking nug bout to show this city up show love
or catch that bug from that nine millimeter slug
i broke bread with this nigga, i bust lead with this nigga
heard he fucking with the feds
can't believe it, not my nigga
selling me for the cash, was he moving too fast
talking behing my back to them damn hood rats
i'm going crazy aint that a bitch
you try and get bitched and your closest rodey
turns into a snitch
just smiling and laughing in your fucking face
went behind your fucking back hooking you with a fucking case
going insane and i don't know what to think
paranoid out my mind as i take another drink
of that hennessy motherfuckin cognac
got me reaching for my nine
bout to peel this niggas cap
so i waked out the house
and i headed for the corner
i seen that nigga creeped up on him
bitch yous a goner
up that itchy to his temple why'd you try to fuck me Rodey
starting crying seeing me
nigga this aint to New Jack City
and my name aint no mutherfuckin Nino Brown
a tear roll down my cheek and i blew his brains on the ground
sirens all around lights all in my face
dick boys on the case so i headed towards the gate
bitch freeze
bitch please
thats what i told them punk ass cops
all of a sudden i heard the shot
couldn't believe i just got popped
didn't drop, turned around, grapped my nine, then i pulled it
started yelling just like fates a_?Bitch i took your fucking bulleta_?
everything turned cold and got dark
i couldn't feel nathan but the beating of my heart

Blood in blood out
i thought that we was family
can't believe he crossed me
got to break him off G
am i my brothers keeper
i thought that was for life
its gonna be a murder this nigga gots ta die

 

[fox69]

"Book Of Rhymes"

"Book Of Rhymes"


Check out ma' straps
I'm finna' flex holdin' em'
Picture how I buss at these niggas' like cineplex odeon
I'm finna' step over em'
Come see how I'm bussin'
Catchin' slugs in your heart and lungs is a deadly reprucussion
I got big guns and ma' bullets is the athiest
Even though you hate me
It's hard too believe like a athiest
Never too offend any Christian if you listenin'
But I be Christ-like and bright-white gods
Ma life is intrestin'
6 points of a men than under the body decrescent
Intelligent intellect like the internet
I'm omnipresent
Then when the spirit leaves the flesh that God be testin'
Wrapped in a lyna coffin
The pyramid's where I be restin'
Syllables catastrophic too the mindstate of a sucka'
Complex too a scientific heathen
Complicate yo' mental structure
Circuitry too ma' lyricism
I spit cyber-gothic
Hotwires in the cockpit
Everything made with fiber-optic
Fire in the rocket taken me up too the stars
Galactic bars got me sportin' fly cars on Mars
Intricate patterns enablin' me too get money when I be on Saturn
Ain't nobody up in the galaxy willin' too challenge me when I be rappin'
Twista so cold
Flow so ridiculous
He's so articulous
They got the vapors and none of it he had to write on the paper where he was just spittin' and kickin' it
6 bars at a time
You thinkin' it's something you like now
Imagine if it was some shit that I chose too write down

 

[fox69]

"Book Of Rhymes (Freestyle)"

"Book Of Rhymes (Freestyle)"


Check out ma' straps
I'm finna' flex holdin' em'
Picture how I buss at these niggas' like cineplex odeon
I'm finna' step over em'
Come see how I'm bussin'
Catchin' slugs in your heart and lungs is a deadly reprucussion
I got big guns and ma' bullets is the athiest
Even though you hate me
It's hard too believe like a athiest
Never too offend any Christian if you listenin'
But I be Christ-like and bright-white gods
Ma life is intrestin'
6 points of a men than under the body decrescent
Intelligent intellect like the internet
I'm omnipresent
Then when the spirit leaves the flesh that God be testin'
Wrapped in a lyna coffin
The pyramid's where I be restin'
Syllables catastrophic too the mindstate of a sucka'
Complex too a scientific heathen
Complicate yo' mental structure
Circuitry too ma' lyricism
I spit cyber-gothic
Hotwires in the cockpit
Everything made with fiber-optic
Fire in the rocket taken me up too the stars
Galactic bars got me sportin' fly cars on Mars
Intricate patterns enablin' me too get money when I be on Saturn
Ain't nobody up in the galaxy willin' too challenge me when I be rappin'
Twista so cold
Flow so ridiculous
He's so articulous
They got the vapors and none of it he had to write on the paper where he was just spittin' and kickin' it
6 bars at a time
You thinkin' it's something you like now
Imagine if it was some shit that I chose too write down

 

[fox69]

"Break 'Em Up"
(feat. Big Body, Highbeam)

"Break 'Em Up"
(feat. Big Body, Highbeam)



[Highbeam]
put ya guns down
its time to squad now
ya'll then kick it up in the club dont try to run now
he's saying thugged out
but back in 88 bust I heard ya plugged out
thats what ya name and became and moved down south
still the bitch you was in the city
mo money mo cash mo hoes now ya sitting on 20
if it came down to it nigga fuck your mob
and if ya wanna get em all we can squad and squad
I say now who want they ass kicked ass kicked
who wanna get touched with plastic plastic
I see ya standing in the path trick path trick
now do ya wanna be around bitch around bitch
cuz I dont give a fuck if the club on ya block or not
cuz if ya step on our toes then its bound to get hot
its bound to get heated all of us we got a SK and a chopper
better utensils bound to break me off proper
from the 51st ward nigga
we all ghetto so while ya practice looking hard nigga
you need to let go and umm remove ya bodyguard nigga
how ya'll wanna do it
we can take it to the yard nigga we rob niggas

[chorus]
break em up
fuck that let them niggas fight
break em up
fuck that let them niggas fight
I cant breathe somebody get em off me
I cant breathe anybody get em off me
break em up
fuck that let them niggas fight
break em up
fuck that let them niggas fight
I cant breathe please get em off me
I cant breathe mothafucka get em off me

[Highbeam]
back the fuck up
who in the hell wanna get it on
Ima bout to pull a kick door like that nigga James Jones
lets move these bitches in lets get these niggas out
is that your girl keep talking shit Ima slap the gold outta her mouth
cuz Im a real nigga for all my trio niggas
Im squashing the issue cock back hit em in his grill nigga
fuck how ya feel nigga
jumped in make ya drinks feel nigga
tear the club up like the mafia till I make a mil nigga
shorty shake something
the way you look and make a nigga wanna rape something
standing on the side of me
oh no but drunk at the bar looking like ya wanna take some
and if somebody ask how much my bitch cost
with an ignorant ass I burst like that and bound to get tossed
reload this disrespect for that nigga
that'll be your arm and your leg
your arm and your leg
when he jumped up like a bomb in his head
lets see and we make thugs like us make bloodshed turn clubs red
get in the middle of one of my fights Ima leave ya all dead

[chorus]

[Big Body]
well I fell up in the club tonight
hit the bar had broads on my nuts cuz Ima balla
legit is dub click real niggas to fuck with
Big Body and Highbeam we all up in this bitch
tearing the club up tear the club up
popping that hoe shit that gets yo ass fucked up
so what ya thought nigga that we was soft nigga
hell no nigga get that ass tossed nigga
five strength dont slang a gang fucking banga
and in our head shot rearranging ya frame
Im like ugh ugh ugh beat this nigga down
security cant get us off ya ass now
we dont dance no more like Goodie MO-B
all we do is squad and a 9 milli's
Chi town to the dirty south we gonna get ya crunk
when we fall up in the party watch the deck go up

[chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Burnin"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa, Berner)

"Burnin"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa, Berner)



[Hook: Wiz Khalifa x2]
My car burnin', my weed burnin'
My bitch so bad, you touch her once
She burn you
So much money I burn it
So much money I burn it
So much money I burn it
So much money I burn it

[Verse 1: Twista]
My crews are sittin' on ostrich
Smoking the... that's preposterous
You watch the hundred in my closet
On the way to the bank to make a deposit
I get dollars and money cause I deserve it
Do what a fuck I want with it cause I earned it
Roll up one hundred dollar bill, then I burn it
Put some stuff in the bag and I served it
Words is, come out of the window
Don't be such a professional when I purr
What I heard about rookies
They don't know what they be doing when they...
Get that, light it up
If you got some bad bitches, then invite them up
I burn a... and my tires is up
I know that we gonna linger
Cause ain't no telling what we gonna bring you
You wanna feel it, cover the hole, and hit it in the bone
Now release your finger
Get the full effect about the mechanism
When I hit ism I was looking through a prism
Rolling and burning, I wasn't looking high
I wanna give them the niggas that be looking through a prison
I don't take you for granted, so I blow
I'mma keep you whatever that I go
You ain't gonna tell me.. my eyes low
I don't give a fuck, I... ride slow
Everything I know burn, and my flows burn and my rings burn
And my watch burn and my truck burn
And my eyes burn and my green burn

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Berner]
Uhh, climb hoes yup, tell her get her bread right, last show make sure that's air-tight
Big Bern done playin around baby girl; keep a big gun on me, it's a crazy world
Can I just get money on my whole team? Break it down now I'll move the whole thing
Take break money blow it on a gold chain, in my own lane, do a hundo
Roll up, please no blunts though, see the gun smoke, when I unload
Better duck low, only run from the undo's like, fuck it it was fun though
In a black truck, with a Mac tucked, if they act up, they'll get slapped up
Pure Jack, 'bout to get wrapped up, good pack but the money gon' stack up
Took too many might O-D, I'm low-key, I'm O.G.
Xanax, and codeine, I got a girl out in that O.C.
Down low to crush, she sex a plus, she work late night and now shake her butt
She pay a thug, that's major love, count so much you got paper cuts
I might take two hundred and burn it, so much weed that I'm burnin
Hit the gas, my car burnin, I'm poppin tags, and that hard cookin
Got twelve girls and they all lookin, pull up and they all lookin
She's star struck, get your broad tooken, when she mad at you, she call Berner

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Bussin' No Discussin'"

"Bussin' No Discussin'"


[Intro]
Yo Twist!
Shit, niggaz out here been talkin real sideways man
Shit... it's time to show niggaz what's really hood

[Chorus: Twista]
Bussin never discussin
People are runnin niggaz is gunnin
Killers are runnin because it was stunnin
Hearin the ambulance when it be comin in

[Twista]
Roll in the Chevy Malibu I know they dig that
In the secret compartment is where I hid that
Try to avoid wherever I see the pigs at
Forty-fo' and black Calico when I push your shit back
When I'm out of town I go wherever the hood at
Because I know where I can get somethin that's good at
The dopefiends is gon' show me where the kush at
Ain't got no cigarette loaded where the backwood at
Come walkin up and get a pistol in your face hoe
If you want an autograph you better say so
Otherwise everybody gon' have to stay low
Cause I'm about to give this motherfucker a halo~!

[Chorus]

[Twista]
Bodies droppin pistols poppin we bustin our tecs
People scatterin around like it was a bomb threat
Got plenty ammunition, show me where your ones at
So much terrorism they askin me where Saddam at
Like Bush I alarm 'em bomb 'em let fire open out
Go forth catch him open choke him and try to smoke him out
Shit is serious I'ma show you what this dough about
That's what you motherfuckers get for havin an open mouth

[Chorus]

[Twista]
I'm killin new arrivals every time I shoot a rifle
Leave you suicidal cause everything I do is vital
Displayin mo' evil than the preacher that threw the bible
Win a Bentley don't think it's mine 'til I show you the title
In the car breakin up trees, call me a lumberjack
You say you a baller then nigga where the hundreds at?
Get me in the club, it won't be none of that
A 22 on my body like I'm a Dallas Cowboys running back

[Chorus]

[Hook: Twista]
Catch one in yo' leg if you RUN UP
Catch one in yo' body if you RUN UP
Catch one in yo' head if you RUN UP
You can end up dead if you RUN UP
I'ma cop me a Benz when I COME UP
I'ma cop me a Beemer when I COME UP
I'ma shit on the phonies when I COME UP
I'ma hit all the homies when I..

[Chorus]

[Twista]
I lay you niggaz out like tomorrow's outfit
You gettin me pissed, you niggaz ain't about shit
Before you get me started I suggest you bounce bitch
I got AR-15's to come up in yo' house with
To tell yo' woman she look good in them killer jeans
Think it's butter I wanna cut her like a guillotine
Need to get at her but right now it's still a dream
I'd like the thong, but right now for the microphone I'm still a fiend

[Chorus]

[Twista]
I'm on the block servin up rock like Johnny Unitas
With killer niggaz we didn't really care if you like us
Vicious, so cold, that I be catchin laryngitis
Still shit that's hotter than any temperature on fahrenheit is
Gotta read celsius just to say you felt me bust
Better be yo' healthiest thinkin you can belt me up
All up in my face talkin 'bout you gon' tell me WHAT
I ain't gon' be the one needin my homies to help me up

[Chorus]

[Hook]

[Chorus]

[Twista]
Now come in with that let me take a lil' hit of the blig
This pussy nigga right here wanna get rid of my nigz
He don't want it cause we got the chrome thing-a-ma-jigs
And I make a nigga quit rappin and go get him a gig
I'm buck when I'm on a mission you better watch how I do
You got what I want so I'm creepin cause I got a rival
I'm thirsty as FUCK~! and money is the water bottle
Thinkin you hard to follow but I'm on you like Polamalu

[Chorus]

[Twista]
With the shotty I'ma bring drama to you quarter leagues
Make that mighty dollar if I gotta transport a ki
Call me Ali Baba cause I'm runnin with 40 thieves
30-somethin and I be hotter than all the shorties be
32 shot automatic, yeah I call it magic
Two clips, 34 shots, pall bearers and a casket
A couple of glocks, to kill off any cause of static
Didn't have the calico but you broke cause you thought I had it

[Hook]

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Call The Police"
(feat. Ray J)

"Call The Police"
(feat. Ray J)



[Chorus - Ray J]
We keep bombing like this...
They can call the police
And if we can keep making all this noise
They’re gonna call the police
We wake up our neighbors
People got to go to work
And if we can keep making all this noise
They’re gonna call the police

Hit it up against the wall like a beast
Hit it out in hall like freak
How we’re doing what we’re doing
I don’t see anybody up in the building
I got no sleep
How we’re gonna get all these people out
Noise bumping up against the ..
And they .. somebody gonna ..
Call off the landlord
I’m a freak up in the sheets
Especially when I’ll be fucking up to the beat
The neighbors said if we keep it up
They’re gonna have to call the police
And we’re gonna be up in the streets
Cause I act like a fool
When my chick gets so .. when she wants
..
You’re about to, this hotel if you keep on screaming
You’re about to .. out the crib if you keep on screaming
Making love is terrific
Whenever I hit her
We never knew how loud we were
We make noise too much turn the radio up
..

[Chorus]

I’m gonna hit it now
We can do all night
Baby turn around
On the bed line
On the coach line
On the floor line
...
We better stop all this noise
They’re gonna mess around
They’re gonna call these boys
I get bombing in the house
I get everybody in the room ..
And all of my neighbors
They would be ...
And if we decide from some liquor
Let me see where I can find some from
The damage I can do .. guarantee
Somebody call the 911
All the freaky noise that you make ..
Let me put this .. in the face
You’re gonna wake somebody up
Even though I paid the rent for the crib
I don’t really wanna cause a .. because
.. domestic violence
So we got to do it in silence

[Chorus]