Huh?

We the best, Twist' you at nigga c'mere

Sift ya lye.. c'mere



Extremely hard to be the king of a city it's dis

A nigga that could twist like this

A nigga that could rip any shit that he get

Never balk and come with a metaphor like this

Flow like dis, never broke but flow for the dough like this

Never been a nigga that you know like dis

Cold like dis, but ah, it's just me and D-Mo like dis

Respect is a must, got every nigga in every hood checkin for us

Never catch us catchin the bus

Niggaz got whips, niggaz got loot,

niggaz got troops, got guns, got clips (what)

Next big thing, iced watch to go with the necklace ring

Iced out to go with the rest it seems

More or less the more of the best you seen

Big buzz, only rollin with big thugs

We get in clubs you know you gettin ya shit bust

Not too many ducks is goin against us

If ya don't know now, you'll know when ya lift up

Rhyme till I can't rhyme no more, ball till I can't ball no more

Till I'm 5'9" no more, till the ice can't shine no more

Which ever comes first, let's go nigga





Who the fuck want what?!

Who the fuck want what, want what?!











One of a hundred niggaz'll hate my shit

Eighty-nine'll bite, the other ten'll think of comin alike

Cuz my shit when it come to the mic, 99 outta 100'll like

Never disrespect a nigga grippin the tec, it's my shit

Put the flow in affect with my clique

Go to the death, flow the best, my spit - I'm sick, it's my shit

Try to get slick and niggaz is gettin hit

You don't want that do you? It comes back to you

And I ain't even tryna rap to you, so suck my dick, it's my shit

Too many willin to pin ya in rap

put a endin to that, do the math with me

Straight to the lab, we're sendin you back

Keep going, you know that no one can last wit me

Stay armed with the biggest of arms, got bitch-niggaz hittin alarms

Every rhyme is strictly writtin to harm

This my shit, keep every word of every verse in position to launch

Never gon' fail, never got plans of catchin a L

I'ma forever prevail, whatever you yell

It's my world, everything else, c'mon nigga













Motown, uhh..

Chi-town.. 5'9..

Twista, let's go nigga uhh





Tell me who the fuck want what

Whatchu murderous niggaz is ready to make the deck go up?

I could cause a scene to make you throw up

Put a bullet in yo' gut, bat em down and leave the sto' cut

Cuz homie you ain't got no choice ta,

Dat why you runnin to a real rida like Twista, or Roysta

Let the thirty caliber annoint ya

Whodie won't even know he hit till he feel his shirt suckin the moisture

Voice ya opinion if ya want to

Kick-ass winner, kick up dust in the middle of the arena

Subpeona motherfuckaz like the courts do

We'll blast shortly ya nuts bust and it won't be a misdemeanor

We them niggaz that'll come approach ya

Shockin ya body our Bacardi keeps all ya nerves from bleedin

Until we heard no breathin - two undercovers,

we comin we get the dirty even; they know it's servin season

Shit is good as gone, cuz I gotta bring the goodies home

The petty packin penny brushin with the pretty pearl handle

Pistol, Pelle Pelle pants and the hoodie on

And you comin with the Midwest shit?

Remember how we took you, you trippin off how we did that shit

Somebody tell me where the weed at

Some niggaz knew I was about to snap so he hid that shit

I was gon' get buck - come hard - get crunk

Go into a thing and let the rhyme ride,

and hit them niggaz from the blindside

And take the whole opposition down with my dog 5'9

Ceremony for the killaz, bustin em off,

and comin off so you can bust yo' nut

Though I'm bout to bust yo' guts

But if yo' operation is hatin, who the fuck want what?