Twista

[fox69]

"Got Away"

"Got Away"


Uh, uh
Where did she go, where did she go?
Security callin’ me but I ain’t ready to go
She pulled up to the telly in a Chrysler Concorde
Complimented her, told her she look nice like time four
Pulled out the six and told her let me get the digits
I’m giggin’ in the city, come out tonight so we can kick it
Twista, ’mista-spit-it-fast’, she can tell I do work
Only thing slow about me is the snail on my shirt
I don’t even gotta wonder what a real woman is
When I look for the type, it is you
With her right on my side, on a mic, in a fight
For the night, then I might get with you
But now I’m leavin’ the schemin’ for any reason to stay
’cause I feel like...

Fresh in the flesh, you a freshman at adolescence
Wanted to be with her but had to leave her ’cause you’re a senior
High school sweetheart, can’t believe you gon’ be apart
Different colleges, why you gotta break my heart to get smart
Got 99 problems and this is definitely one
But somethin’s stoppin’ me from thinkin’ our legacy is done
I feel our breakup’s inappropriate, I want you and I meant it
We gon’ figure somethin’ out though our parents is against it
Say that I’m not gon’ be successful, but I still won if it’s stressful
Thinkin’ about how I can’t get that or you wonderin’ if I left you
I ain’t gon’ be the one talkin’ about I should’ve kept you
I ain’t gon’ be the one wonderin’ how that shit affect you
Come up with a way to get you back
Workin’ on the plot, plan
Method on my mind
She one of a kind
When I’m lookin’ for the one to love
She the one I wanna find
So I gotta search
When we get back together, you gotta stay
My future, but for today
You’re the one that got away...

 

[fox69]

"Gotta Get Me One"
(feat. Static Major)

"Gotta Get Me One"
(feat. Static Major)



(What happened to the slow jamz in the club)
Category F5, Twista, Static

[Static - Chorus]
Yeah, gatta get me one, gatta get me one yeah, so I can creep up on her,
So I can ease up on her, so I can get touch and feelin',
Put a dip in ya back and get me one slow jam.
Yeah, gatta get me one, gatta get me one yeah so I can creep up on her,
Everybodys tryna get wit somethin, can I get one slow jam.

[Twista - Verse 1]
When it come to ballin' I do it wit no hands,
Left the Lambrogini at home and took the Broham (damn) I think the club finna close man,
But I be the Twista you know how I be doin' it wit the slow jamz,
Take a look at the shawty chillin' by the dow man,
I'm really into her perssona cause she don't be takin' drama
But she thick when I ask her where she get then she say she get it from her momma,
So I think I'ma,pop champain cause the glass tall,
The bar tender said it was the last call,
I told her give it to me fast so we can slow dance and I can put my hands on her ass,
(yes) and she like it when I,hold and grip control them hips,
And you know I like it when she get low and dip,
Plenty swagga when she move slow and sip,
When they cut the lights on you gon roll wit the Twist,
Lookin' so lovely in the fit you gat on,
But it don't matta if you was in a dress or you in some jeans,
Fragrence by addidas, purse from anotha country, look at you girl you doin' yo thing,
Everybody leavin' wit somebody and I gatta get me somebody so I be doin' what I do,
Gatta get me one too, before the night go I tell the mistro thats yo que.

[Static - Chorus]

[Static - Hook]
On my way to the floor,
Baby hold on to my shoulders,
Girl I wont let you fall,
Just hold on to my shoulders.

[Twista - Verse 2]
She was lookin' nice, to hot for the carveya she a melt the ice,
Lil mamma kinda like Rihanna she was livin' the life,
She be given advice, but just to have an orgasm she gatta get a device,
Whats that for, is ya man a boy, cause he don't know how to give you what you here for,
I think I gatta show you what the pilot get for, and the question is what I whisper in ya ear for,
You nasty, love be on top, mad if I pop, if you miss the drop,
You nasty, how you made me choke you, told me I can put it anywhere I want to,
Sex so good she do it wit no hands, I met you while the dj was playin' the slow jam,
As soon as we got into it into my slow dance its the beginnin' is when I was feelin' the romance,
Now I be Twista wit the super tight flow one might go thats so cute,
I gatta get me one befo the night go I tell the mistro thats yo que.

[Static - Chorus]

[Static - Hook]

[Static - Hook 2 x2]

What happened to the slow jamz in the club,
The dj don't play them anymore,
I used to meet the ladies on the floor and we wait for the dj to play one.

 

[fox69]

"Grand Finale"
(feat. The Legit Ballers)

"Grand Finale"
(feat. The Legit Ballers)



[Toxic]
Check this out ya dig?
You've vome to the last and final record
Toxic gettin crunk on you hoes
My nigga KX-Zilla, Steve The Guitar Man droppin the rythm
And I got the whole Legit Ballers family up in hea nigga
A yo Beanie Franks
You the early bird of this muthafucka
GUNNIN!!

[Beanie Franks]
Picture a niggas thats raw
Amber fire his ass and what we'll say is what we saw
Muthafuckas I slaughter
Blow 'em out the water
L-E-G-I-T that's Ballers
My styles as lethal
As a bitch that's found with AIDS gettin loose
Nigga before you get spraid wit some hot shit
While you run I pop shit
Yo ghetto aint no harder than mine, fuck that block shit
You cant manage them thangs
The robber takin and born in the range
Battle the match and bang
I hold my gun up high screamin "Fuck 'Em All"
Then I get in that as like cholesterol
I got the game lock dowm like Alcatraz
And if you escape you betta haul ass
Cause when I catch ya physically and mentally
I bring yo ass on the block thats the penalty
Put 'em in the hot seat grab a hoe
I'll show you some shit that'll make your eyes explode out ya skull
Cause bein odd ont the block is a N-O
Niggas didnt know that I could go off, and show off, and throw off the law
Turn, send ten shows that'll burn
Whats left is a muthafuckin dent in the alley
Beanie Franks is the shit on the Grand Finale

[Toxic]
Yeah
Thats tha shit I'm talkin about nigga
Now its time for Turtle Banks to spit

[Turtle Banks]
Turtle Banks
You know its my turn to buss
And make weak muthafuckas turn to dust
And if you weak you die in the streets of Chi
Its deep drive by my bullets fly in the seat
Them niggas aint ballin mufuckas fakin
Scared of facin Legit Ballers at ya crib waitin
And now you shakin
Call the guys to come chase me
I make them punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety
A bitch, a pickle, a chicken, a clique, niggas is sick
For they skits and they scurges
Now I'm pimpin the pain cause I'm urgin
And rearrangin your muthafuckin face like a surgeon
Lyrics layin wit a four thats what I be fuck settin every peace
My shit to yo ass I see
O, for my mob status I'ma lay low
Representin Legit Ballers and niggas biten the flow
On the streets or the stage
A 45 or a gauge
Thats why me and the Twista always hittin the front page
For what? cause we so damn cold
And when we enter the car niggas cluthcin they hoes
So fuck it, fall wit dust and get snatched
While Nitty bustes the facts in the Grand Finale

[Toxic]
Yeah 'lil nigga its been once for you bitches
Y'all cant touch Legit Ballers
And just when you thought it was over
T-Nitty in here doin danger

[T-Nitty]
The names Nitty, you know I'm comin off like a gangsta
Disrespectin the mob I gotta bang ya
An everyday, cituation when I was caught by
Fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin walk by
When the G to the A-M-E
Leavin whole fuckin familys greivin
Cause if I miss some I gotta burn ya
Then I'm aressted (For what?) attempt murda
Never out done only out doin
Fuckin them bitches and then I leave 'em boo-hooin
Why?, cause they addicted, to what the dick did
The pleasure and pain the wing ding inflicted
Given niggas two to the head
Boy you can't mess wit a mad and hard head
Fool, I'm a straight low neva broke
Cause today I be a balla, shot shot caller
I dont give a fuck about one
Them hoes aint even got love and they boo-hooin
Now when I take it pass rap
While I'm still gang bangin bitch nigga catch a cap
Not easy but my nine easy to kill wit
Especially if you poppin bullshit
The N only I to the T
Especially my dogs on the muthafuckin Grand Finale

[Toxic]
Yeah that shit was bangin
Last but not least Twista up in hea
The orignator of the style all y'all niggas been biten
And to show you how its done
GUNNIN!

[Twista]
Swingin, singin my raw was through rap
To the rythm c-cock back T-O is in the back
So if it makes you giggle I figure you thinks its petty
But to me its kinda Tilly
(Tell 'em what) I'm makin fetty
Trippin off the man tho we buzzin while I'm thuggin
Get drunk and discustin the way I be bustin pistols and hustlin
Dont take second for me to pop off my nine
Cause I'm the tiggy-tiggy Twista nigga what have been on out of the pick
But I was harder T-W-I-S-T-A to the formula
Its cold cause we been smokin on dro
So nigga when you take a listen
You wonder who I'm dissin
D-O-N-T L-E-A-V-E without permission
The "Baller-T" aka "The Swisher Roller"
"The Bigger Gun Holder" so I be damned when a nigga role up
Ever compete wit Mobster Elites
Much Less beef
Its like you comin on my tip wit no heat
Never smile when the Twistas in the club
Cause I got a mask and gloves
And I might be bustin out slugs
I'm comin raw cause I'm smokin on kali
Gang bangin wit Mobsta Elites on the muthafuckin Grand Finale

[(Toxic) & Twista]

(Yeah thats how real muthafuckin ballers lay it down nigga)
(Now its time to run down all the muthafuckas that made this shit hea happen)
My nigga Jag
(My nigga Big Ed)
Big Fud
(Charlemane)
Calla One
(Chris The Engineer)
KX
(And these all the niggas from Legit Ballin family)
Ty-Nitty
(Beanie Franks)
Miss Cane
(Darkside)
Turtle Banks
(That nigga High Beam)
The mobstas Liff and Maze
(Chine White bangin the beats)
Toxic
(My nigga Twista)
And the rest of the whole Legit Ballers family
Ya dig?

[Both]
Weeee Straight!!

 

[fox69]

"Gucci, Louis, Prada"

"Gucci, Louis, Prada"


(Prada, Gucci Louis,)
New twista y'all,
(Prada, Gucci Louis,)
I sat back long enough,
(Prada, Gucci Louis,)
Now it's time for me to go physco again,
(Prada, Gucci Louis,)

Rock my Gucci, Louis Prada
Suzuki, new impala,
Like flooki, I get them dollas,
Bougi you do me nada,
Make a vision nigga pose,
Be so ridicules when you lookin at the clothes,
Like I got a garden I was lookin at the hose,
And when I saw ya get power levels when a bitch chose,
Then she froze I be lookin so fabulous never the one to be tested consider be nothin for me to just go in the closet and show on a dress I'm like nilla an I'm lookin impressive and I'm somebody not to be messin with,
How I do it is a hell of a method and when I be stepping up in the vicinity
I'm a demolish em with the Gucci, louis and Prada that's on my body I'm a hurt em with a fit that costs a lot more than your residence,
Gu, Gu, Gu Gucci, Louis Prada like sushi,
Benny Hannas, douchi,
Do done dannas, what tella,
C'mon I gotta,
I be sick of you fuckin with raggedy niggas and lookin ridicules I could be takin you shopping or poppin the bottle were everyone we go in the party or probably I make it rain a couple dollas in my,

Prada, Gucci Louis.
(Gucci Belt, Gucci shoes or somedays it all Louis fools,
What up lil mama I see you in them Prada shoes, I see you with them bags haha, c'mon let's go,)

Rock my Gucci, Louis Prada make a movie,
Because I'm a belushi,
Lady gaga who be makin them dolla,
Wanna step in on the set,
How I be rockin the beat hoppin me lookin wet,
Lyric acrobatic in my new designer vest,
If you lookin at me bogus I'm a take it as a threat,
When you see me I'm a wonderful, popular one that be
Rockin the fashion I be killin em in it and look at the women
The way that they be switching an walkin and workin on what way
I'm checkin and how astonishing they be lookin,
V.I.P is like a fashion show,
Everybody lookin n mistaking lookin when they do it they be
Swagga on a million and I be Feelin em so I'm a tell her that I love how her ass look in her
Prada, Gucci Louis
Prada, in a suit we,
Pray to the father,
In a koufe,
You pray to Allah,
But mostly the almighty dolla,
Don't know why we so materialistic instead of being a mystic but if I gotta do I'm a be the best and I'm a shit on my opponent when I'm on it in the club, they don't want it when I'm in my,

Prada, Gucci, Louis
(The last shall be first, and the first shall be last, success is the best revenge, so get it how you live, keep your swag on a thousand and mojo a million.)

 

[fox69]

"Had To Call"
(feat. Sleepy Eyed Jones, Snoop Dogg)

"Had To Call"
(feat. Sleepy Eyed Jones, Snoop Dogg)



[Chorus: Sleepy Eyed Jones]
And I just had to call ya
I know somethin there for you and me
Open up the door and you will see
I just had to call ya
If it's cool, girl I'm comin through
I got a couple things that we can do
I just had to call ya

[Twista]
Big T and I'm from Chicago
You know I gotta represent the city doe
A nigga fin' to shoot a new video
So I'm fin' to take a trip out to Cali yo
Took a flight, ten of us in a group
Hit the West coast, now I'm fuckin with Snoop
Told a few hoes to come up to the shoot
And she was lookin so cold pullin up in the Coupe
Pretty skin tone, a nigga got y'all
Soon as I took a look at them big brown eyes
Fat ass, my dick got hard
Soon as I took a look at the big brown thighs
Too sassy, bet you doin nasty
And I can tell it when I'm lookin at the way you walk
Thick lips, ready for suckin
And a nigga wanna fuck you when I listen to the way you talk
I'ma do it like this when I drop at you
Let you know that I'm the Twist' when I pop at you
Comin at you in the Mission Impossible
Let's go to Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles
Then as soon as we leave we gon' have to go and get naughty
Then when I come back (chirrp) (hello?) Whassup shawty?

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]
Had to call you.. comin through..
Me and you.. I had to holla..
I'm 'bout to shoot through there right now, dig

Girl hook up the phone, pick it up quick
It's Snoop Dogg, you know you gotta get wit
the game that I spit, the way that I rip
Let's, go and do, this
Ride, ride, slip and slide
I'm comin by, let a nigga inside
What we gon' do, it's all upon you
What I say, what it do?
Do - no not you, you know I got to
And if you got me, then I got you
I'm a player, youse a player
We some players, so we should play a
game, do yo' thang
Ain't it mayne, turn the lights off
Hit the right spot (oooh)
Make me feel how I wanna feel
But it can't happen if you ain't real
Don't, you, play with me
Come and spend, the day with me
Everything is everything
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the dopest of 'em all
Gots to be Big Snoop Dogg
So pick up the phone and answer my call

[Chorus - 2X]

[Snoop Dogg]
How, long, has it been
Since you had that thang up in
They say Dogg you walk it too much
And you may think I'm talkin too much
But then again I reminisce
I miss that hug, I miss that kiss
I miss that love
Really cuz, I miss that bitch

[Twista]
And I love it when you hit that switch
Shorty tell me how you get that thick
Where the fuck did you get that fit
Come and fire the 'dro up let me hit that shit
That's right - had a nigga feelin so good
That when I had went home
I was thinkin 'bout you so hard
that I couldn't help but to pick up the phone

[Outro]
And I just had to call ya
I'm lovin how you look and how you smell
And you got a ass fat as hell
I just had to call ya
Girl I'm lovin what you do to me
You break me off and then put me to sleep
I just had to call ya
I got a couple things that we can do
Just let me know if I can come through
I just had to call ya
Cause you got a bomb on the 'dro
And you got some good {?}

 

[fox69]

"Hands Up, Lay Down"
(feat. Waka Flocka Flame)

"Hands Up, Lay Down"
(feat. Waka Flocka Flame)



[Chorus 2X: Twista]
Hands uuuuup, lay dowwwwwn
Count to ten before you get up off the ground
When you do I disappear, like the matrix
But if you don't, then my thumper gon' leave you wasted

[Twista]
Dude tried to steal on me, so I'm already pumped (WHAT!)
Why you steady standin there talkin that shit? B-Hype gon' go to the trunk
Unload the fivers, SK's and millimeter choppers
I got niggaz that be killers with some shit
that when you shoot it on the block it sound like a helicopter
It's hard out ch'ere, motherfuckers ain't got no work
It's a few niggaz got cocaine, few niggaz got dope, most niggaz got purp'
Lil' nigga tried to play you shady, instead of yellin out three folks and almighty
They be talkin 'bout '80s babies, shorties that was born in the '90s is grimy
No respect and no morals, actin like you owe that shit
Fuck up out my face big homie, matter fact gon' load that shit
It done got so crazy up in the streets sometimes I can't believe that this my land
Lil' girls used to wanna fuck a dope boy, now they wanna fuck a stick-up man

[Chorus]

[Waka Flocka Flame]
Midwest comin in the club with the Folks, Midwest comin in the club with the Lords
Midwest comin in the club with the [?], the Latin King boys man they minds straight gone
What's bangin joe? Pants hang low, why you start playin, that's the [?] gang
Came a long way from sellin weed, pills and cocaine
Niggaz catch a body just to get a little street fame
C'mon got crunk, that's cream now Flocka
Keep ya on ya toes, I ain't playin wit'chu nigga
The way a nigga rob ya I think I need a Oscar
Trick booty nigga I ain't playin wit'cha partner
They say Flock (WHAT!) yo' friends don't know how to act
We shootin and fightin over here, and that's a real muh'fuckin fact
Blap, bottle full of Fuki[?], [?] version of Tookie
All these tats make a nigga wanna shoot me, all these diamonds make a groupie wanna do me
Who are you to judge it bruh? Hoe please trip, hell yeah we grippin
Cut me one time yo the nigga catch you slippin
All that bullshit everyday set trippin (WAKA FLOCKA! FLOCKA! WAKA! FLOCKA! FLOCKA!)

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Hate In You"
(feat. Gritz)

"Hate In You"
(feat. Gritz)



[Chorus: Gritz]
I can see the hate in youuuuuu
I can see the hate in youuuuuu
I guess what they say is truuuuuue
I can see the hate in youuuuuu

[Twista]
Twista, The Perfect Storm, uh

Oh it's like that? You don't know me now
Talkin 'bout the way I be actin so phony now
But is it cause the bitches on me now?
And cause every time you see me y'all be blowin foul
When I'm rollin by the Pirellis is much bigger
Roll the window down and they be like "Fuck Twista"
I hope nobody wanna be a tough nigga
I love my CD that much and plus I gotta touch trigger
Only reason I'm ballin and actin stupid wit it
is cause I'm reppin and wanna show you how you can get it
Not by takin it with the strap but by makin it with the act
of grindin hard with a little patience in fact
You can get it how you want but the way to do it respectively
is to let your works and your words be your weaponry
And they only be hatin cause they ain't got the recipe
Can't ever let 'em stop my legacy, cause

[Chorus]

[Twista]
I went up to the shop and I heard you was talkin 'bout me
Trippin about how you can't get a dollar out me
Or a gun up out me, or a verse up out me
And your boy standin next to you sayin somethin worse about me
And them bitches be trippin, talkin about who he smashed
"I hate Twista, I don't like him with his bougie ass"
Cause I ain't lookin at 'em, or I won't holla at 'em
Or I ain't splurgin, see how the fame and the dollars got 'em?
But if I get up and walk away I bet she'll follow
Lookin around at my table like there should be a bottle
And every chick around me talkin about "She a model"
But my only concern really is if she'll swallow
Swag off the chain, I'm so high up in the air
I can see when the certain nigga got a certain stare
Or a certain look, or a certain glare
I got security by the strap so I don't care

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"He Lay"
(feat. Liffy Stokes, Sko)

"He Lay"
(feat. Liffy Stokes, Sko)



[Chorus 3x's]
He lay, he lay, he lay, he lay, he lay, he lay, he lay, he lay
In the grave he lay, he lay
In the grave he lay, he lay, he lay

[Sko]
L-E-G-I-T Ballaz
Screamin' stop killin' for dollars
From G-I, from the South to the Westside
From the D-I and where I love, Darkside
I forever got my pride
Forever guide my guys to a better mindstate or phase
To replace all the wicked ideas erased
All the fears about the payroll
What you say Lo about Sko
We representin' the Chi, do or die for real
Niggaz caps gettin' twist off they tops for real
The conflict's in the hearts of many men for real
The convicts in the Pen holdin' plenty steel
Niggaz know they house bigger but they play in the field
Tabasco ain't gon' let it ride though
Let my brother fat folk
I thrill for the kill
Smoke me a ?
Never runnin' from the mill boy I'm runnin' the field
It's the eternal Lord feel cemeteries revealed
Prophecies prophetcized stuff bein' fulfilled
And to another man I'll never kneel
Until I see Allah, fate's comin' from the wheel
And baby girl, you can check it you can dig it here
If yo nigga try to test it, you can bet it he'll
Be in a grave he lay, he lay
In the grave he lay, he lay, he lay

[Chorus 2x's]

[Liffy Stokes]
It's Liffy Stokes with the sticky smoke
Quick to shoot a muthafucka down if he choke
Never see me in yo city broke
In the club spendin' 50 notes
Leave with 50 girls and 50 Folks
And we all tote scopes
Guarded like the Pope cause we got that bomb on the dope
G-stacks in our coat
Niggaz ask, we ain't hoes
Just to afloat with me, I'm livin' lovely
Baby come on and relax with a Folk
All my mackateers know why we ride down
Cliqued-up pick the bitch up bumpin' sounds, hurtin' the whole town
With raw pound all around me ya dig, the sounds off like a live round
22's on Fleet, peep my shine now
I got a whole fuckin' nation that'll ride out
And put yo lights out in a matter of minutes young nigga
So it's best for you to be closin' yo fuckin' mouth
Before I pull out and bust slugs in yo ass
You lucky yo bitch here, that's why I'm givin' you a pass
Nigga haul ass before I up and blast with no mask
And blow off you bit of mustache with yo tough ass
Shit everybody's bustin' down
My niggaz fallin' off all around
Before I go, I got my 50-rounds
To blaze a nigga before I hit the ground
He lay

[Chorus]

[Sko]
It's really gettin' hot on the block
Niggaz got they glocks, niggaz sellin' they rocks
But my mind prepared to get this muthafuckin' knot
So a nigga ain't scared to put a nigga in the box
If I gotta drop him down in the grave
In the grave he gon' lay-he
Cause this shit don't stop, I shut 'me down everyday
Everyday anyway he, anyway he
If he grown or not, wrong or not
Niggaz better shake the spot and praise Allah
Don't let me see yo face nowhere by the peace Allah
A laundry mat, niggaz better have they glocks cocked off
Ready to blast off and get yo ass popped off
With 10 hot ones when I draw from ?? when I smash off over there
It's blood on the curb over there
And them niggaz that be actin' like nerds over there
And my niggaz that be flippin' plenty birds over there
For them niggaz that be gettin' on my nerves over there
For my brothers that be gettin' plenty dirt over there
For them ?? broads with all that weave in they hair
Who ain't got no walls, pussy like bees in the air
She dropped them draws and then I zoomed outta there
Cause I got my laws, I'ma stay strong to myself
And I thought about y'all, that's why I ball by myself
I don't need no mob to make me feel like myself
I don't need no job, I'll make these G's by myself
I'ma be aight, breakin' my hands to the left
I can see aight, I smell death on yo brea-ea-ea-ea-eath

[Chorus 4x's]

 

[fox69]

"Heartbeat"

"Heartbeat"


[Intro: 2X]
Heartbeat, heartbeat, heartbeat, breathe nigga breathe

[Verse One]
Oh, Twista told you don't make him mad
You won't like me when I'm mad, I'm a motherfucking beast
Try nigga, imma ride nigga, you still alive nigga
Gon' die nigga, gon' drop, cause ain't no room at the top
Walk in the room like I'm 'Pac, bringing you doom when I rock
Its suicide nigga, blood stains nigga, nuts hang nigga
Bust them motherfuckers from my black, mustang nigga
Yes I shot them with the pound, got them with the rounds
Hollow point to lay his motherfucking body on the ground
Now you breathing and shacking cold, hoping that god don't take your soul
With two bitch straps and a vest is just the only way to roll
Now if you don't wanna die, then I suggest you better try
Breathe hard, hold on to your life, fight nigga

[Chorus: 2X]
Can you feel your, heartbeat?
You still got a, heartbeat
They can take away your, heartbeat
Be strong nigga, breathe nigga breathe
Can you feel your, heartbeat?
You still got a, heartbeat
They can take away your, heartbeat
Don't die nigga, breathe nigga breathe

[Verse Two]
A demon in the club, got them leaning in the club
Hit them with the screwed voice, I got her screaming in the club
Pull up on the sista, according to the scripture
I'ma break 'em off again, when I met them off in the twista
Shit, I'm coming with the pistol, when I gotta kill 'em up
Apocalyptic imma get 'em, when I hit 'em up
Fill his body up wit holes, and the terror that will follow
Will have a nigga hit the deck, when I send it up
Put the pipe to your dome, I don't give a fuck about right from wrong
I get in the club, a nigga be feeling so bold
But if a nigga talk shit, I'll go right for the chrome
Then when you come back, come and see me do it worse
I'ma shoot the vehicle up put your body in a hearse
Bring you back alive like the bullets was a curse
Making the drive or put the ride in reverse
Don't wanna die again better get up in the wind
Cuz a nigga kinda handy with the black four fin
Or I gotta hit him wit the millimeter nine or the rhyme
Either way it'll be a flat line

[Chorus: 2X]

[Outro]
You still alive nigga
You still alive nigga
You still alive nigga
Well gon' die nigga

 

[fox69]

"Hello"

"Hello"


Hello grimy niggaz, hello shady niggaz
Hello niggaz, enemies I gotta say goodbye
Hello dirty niggaz, hello bogus niggaz
Hello niggaz, enemies I gotta say goodbye

Why do I always be feelin like somebody be watchin me?
Cause they wanna bring me down, destroy my life and stop the T
In the '04 we done done big thangs and we been makin money
But the enemies and haters out here tryin to take it from me
At the crib my girl been trippin, sayin that it's paranoia
You gon' let them thoughts destroy ya, shit, I got somethin for ya
AK-47 and a Tec with two clips cause I get a thousand threats
So I stay peekin out the window like I'm Malcolm X
It's a shame that you might have to die for thinkin you was hard
I done seen you drive by, I done seen you creepin through the yard
So I gotta think like a soldier, straight up load and cock these guns
If I catch you creepin on me you might just get shot because

[Chorus:]
Hello grimy niggaz, hello shady niggaz
Hello niggaz, enemies I gotta say goodbye (hello niggaz)
Hello dirty niggaz (hello niggaz) hello bogus niggaz (hello niggaz)
Hello niggaz, enemies I gotta say goodbye
Through the window, through the do', in the basement, up the stairs
Either way you come homie you better get me
Through the window, through the do', in the basement, up the stairs
Either way you come homie yo' life is history

I see you niggaz, caught you stalkin through the gang way
Now I got you runnin for yo' life when I let that thang spray
Now you gotta die cause you let a motherfucker pimp you nigga
Creepin right up on him with the 40-shot and scream "Who sent you nigga?"
Try to send yo' guys at me but I'm ready cause I got the cameras on 'em
Like a phantom on 'em, kill 'em dead when I up them cannons on 'em
Gotta make 'em all fall and them yearnin cause I'm off on the burnin bush
Instead of cocaine I'm sittin at a table full of kush
You think I don't know my enemies even though you hooded?
Blast through the do' when you pull it, bitch I'll take yo' fuckin bullets
If you ain't loaded right you ain't gon' be able to stop these guns
If I ever catch you slippin you might just get shot because

[Chorus]

Hello grimy niggaz, hello shady niggaz
Hello niggaz, enemies I gotta say goodbye
Hello niggaz, hello niggaz, hello niggaz
Hello niggaz, enemies I gotta say goodbye

[Chorus - latter 1/2]

I see you comin'