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(Twista)
yes yes ya'll
it's the Twista in the house
over another trax production
normally I would kick somethin about the ladies
but I'm gonna kick somethin to my
cuz we roll B's together stack cheese together
(Twista)
all afternoon them shorties workin the tip causin havoc on the spot
bringin much static on the block
half sacks cuz money makin is the magic of them rocks
try to make em unc*ck the glock but the weapon is protection s**t
you know they hurtin in my section
yet a hustle gets depressing laws on the streets holla at the chief
and still can't get a blessing
they smokin wicked in the hood
plus the people is gettin blowed itching to come at ya stash
run up with the strap so fast
you gone they be already gone cuz they coming at ya ass
trippin when the pistol tap ya glass
and when they get drama they gotta call up some holsta's
but you know my homies quicker on the chrome
and if it's on it's on then my mobsta's go nuts
to the rhythm of a slow cut
let me ask you a question "Is it safe where you got your sacks?"
it's only one got two packs a case of static in the streets them got ya
back
some real as* homies you can roll with
so when the phony ones come at you they be ready for the thuggin
slug huggin heat em up like an oven hang tight everynight
drinkin down cuz a cousins
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cuz ya'll roll up with me everytime it's on
cuz its straight shady around my hood
bless me with the sess so we can trip off on what I'm smokin on
cuz ya'll my nugz
roll with each other till the day we die
rather shakin up work handing out tips ain't no lie
be quick to get stunged the gun trying to take all of our goods
cuz ya'll my nugz
ya'll roll up with me everytime it's on
cuz these straight shady around my hood
bless me with the sess so we can trip off on what I'm smokin on
cuz ya'll my nugz
roll with each other till the day we die
rather shakin up work handing out tips ain't no lie
be quick to get stunged the gun trying to take all of our goods
cuz ya'll my nugz
(Twista)
I juss wanted to take some time out to say thanks to the nugz
hit the dank cuz it's good
and when it come thank help me from saving me from gettin ganked in the hood
anythang for ya'll
I know there's times where it be hurting where one of hit the lick us breakin
some B's
got the ace of spades breakin them trees for my psychotic stanky girls
acting janky if we making some cheese
cuz we ride stick petty and smoke s**t
find a lame to toke with
we ain't never quick to come up on now yet run up on whether she wanna go home
and roam
we smokin top down till the summer gone
rollin up swishers and gunnin on
straight up chillin with my homies go hit the liquor store
we gotta swishes get some mo
saving em so we can blaze em and kick it where the thick hoes go
my homies is the reason fo
it took me some time but I gotta show my nugz I ain't no hoe
they can depend on me if someone's fist throwin knuckles and sticks
plus I'll go get the fo fo
you already know Joe cuz if we fall while we runnin from the po-po Ima pick you
up
need some hoes Ima get you sucked
and try my best not to never let a mothafka stick you up
Ima ride and I know you know that
cut the enemy no slack for ya lame as a jumpsport
flaming philosify till the brush short breakin up the hunnies on the wall on
the front porch
and I love the ladies but you be killin me some time gettin mobsta ain't tight
now put a hoe before a homies that'll rob from your dawg I'm yellin out mobstas
fo life
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(Twista)
baby I see ya thick but this time fk a b*tch
Ima take my boy to pick out a fit
betta yet I run game like E-40 in a click end up having you lick on this d*ck
bump and size I pleasure neva coulda I eva be happy knowing
that my homies wasn't on they feet strong
I aint stackin that many g's but hit ya motha some cheese if I have to help to
keep the heat on
I be down like that you know the lead
reminicsing on clubs and swingin when you got moved on the Amaredo got you gone
and he's with her before I got you home
but we have came a long way since then
all for one one for all till I pass on the plastic
you show me love that last and not the plastic bags together separated by the
casket
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