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