Twista

Twista - 3 Minute Murder lyrics

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[Twista talking:]

Uh, Uh, Ya'll already know what it is

Niggaz talkin bout Twista this Twista that

all I know is Twista rap I spit nigga, fuck ya'll, check it out



[Twista rhyming:]

Twis' got skill Yes I kill

I could ride on they ass like Buffalo Bill

I be winnin in the game like them niggas in the south

if a nigga talkin shit I'm quick to hit em in the mouth

Them lyrics that's the shit I be equipped to spit em out

and Imma make a nigga sick cause I got venom in the mouth

Antonyms and synonyms are spinnin him out of his route

and I got bricks of money bitch and I can't fit em in the couch

Kill em with the ride paints hard with the deep dish

Kill em wit syllables quick wit 8 bars in a sequence

I am the bidness I gotta charge you to peep this

Niggaz can't see me I'm ray Charles or a eclipse

Stevie in the blackout see me with the Mack out

Twista gon get money like a GD in a crack house

When it come to flows Imma spit em like they cold

When it come to niggaz heads Imma split it like a pole

Take away they swag and shit on they cocky style

cuz my lyrics be too quick they call me Twista Pacquiao

come solo wit my k-olo when you see my logo come take my photo when I'm on promo

Niggas wanna get me they better pick a new regimen

shit too sick B somebody better go get you medicine

Not bringin up Twista I'm makin the issue relevant

balls bigger than mine betta go get 2 elephants

I be getting grimy but you and yo click too elegant

beat yo face up til yo jaw tissue look like a pelican

I be steady whoopin yo ass just fo the hell of it

can't nobody fuck wit me the planet is celibate

I kick a hot flow, get it like Harpo

brief when I rhyme teeth shine like a car show

Wit a thick bitch, go head check out my cargo

you know one gon be wit me wherever my car go

Where yo baby at where yo white Mercedes

at ill let u borrow the Bentley as long as you bring it back

Here, a couple stacks, you ain't gotta pay me back

me and yo boss kick it and he know where the ladies at

Whether we comin and killin and murderin cause I beat down the block

or because I'm like лthrow ya hands up' cause it's hip hop

I'd rather be rappin about the streets and makin a quick pot

but it's time to do something so the shorties don't get popped

Meanwhile back to the lab I got the desert eagle

come on yo muthafuckin tip and kill a lot of people

Throw up on a priest let him know I ain't no reverend

either dat I go where the fuck I want I'm up in heaven evil

U ain't gotta tell me I know I spit bars sick

e-mail, anthrax, flows kick arsenic

G-up genie and throw it up I'm car sick

cut raw dope deez nigga cut garbage

Lethargic give a bitch hard dick see my niggaz and I say salute like a sergeant

Can't lie I'm one of the coldest artists so I wouldn't have yo bitch up in my apartment

So I be passin out fuck you flyers da fakers and heaters and then fuck liars

If yo' shit ain't one been one minded the swine flu h1n1 virus

Am I like Jason no I'm more like Michael Myers

I am the shit I need to wear diapers

When I spit it sometimes I'm all to philosophical

blame it on the Don Julio and killer tropical

Twista got more swag than a rich sissy

but don't get prissy muthafuckas can get grilly

Imma balla and a boss and yes I'm finna get paid

takin flames to the head like I'm Nicolas Cage

I ghost ride the whip I'm finna get laid

any niggaz dat try to get me is finna get sprayed

One day it's possible dat I'm finna get saved

but for now I be getting money I'm finna get paid muthafucka

Fucka.. ..fucka.. .. fucka.. ..fucka
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Language: English

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