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[Twista
Uh, Uh, already know what it is
Niggaz bout Twista this Twista that
all I know is Twista rap I nigga, fuck ya'll, check it out

[Twista
Twis' got skill Yes I
I could ride on they ass like Buffalo
I be winnin in the game like niggas in the south
if a nigga talkin shit I'm quick to hit em in the
Them lyrics the shit I be equipped to spit em out
and make a nigga sick cause I got venom in the mouth
Antonyms and are spinnin him out of his route
and I got bricks of money bitch and I can't fit em in the
Kill em with the ride paints with the deep dish
em wit syllables quick wit 8 bars in a sequence
I am the bidness I gotta you to peep this
Niggaz can't see me I'm ray Charles or a
in the blackout see me with the Mack out
Twista gon get money a GD in a crack house
When it come to flows Imma spit em they cold
When it come to niggaz heads Imma split it a pole
Take away they swag and on they cocky style
cuz my be too quick they call me Twista Pacquiao
come wit my k-olo when you see my logo come take my photo when I'm on promo
Niggas get me they better pick a new regimen
shit too sick B somebody go get you medicine
Not bringin up Twista I'm makin the relevant
balls bigger than mine betta go get 2
I be getting grimy but you and yo click too
beat yo face up til yo jaw tissue look a pelican
I be whoopin yo ass just fo the hell of it
nobody fuck wit me the planet is celibate
I kick a hot flow, get it Harpo
brief when I rhyme teeth shine like a car
Wit a thick bitch, go check out my cargo
you know one gon be wit me my car go
Where yo baby at yo white Mercedes
at ill let u borrow the Bentley as as you bring it back
Here, a couple stacks, you gotta pay me back
me and yo boss kick it and he know where the at
Whether we comin and killin and murderin cause I beat down the
or I'm like throw ya hands up' cause it's hip hop
I'd rather be rappin about the streets and makin a pot
but it's time to do something so the don't get popped
Meanwhile back to the lab I got the eagle
come on yo muthafuckin tip and a lot of people
Throw up on a priest let him I ain't no reverend
either dat I go where the I want I'm up in heaven evil
U ain't gotta tell me I know I bars sick
e-mail, anthrax, kick arsenic
genie and throw it up I'm car sick
cut raw dope nigga cut garbage
Lethargic give a bitch hard dick see my 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
So I be passin out fuck you flyers da fakers and and then fuck liars
If yo' shit ain't one one minded the swine flu h1n1 virus
Am I like Jason no I'm more like Michael
I am the shit I need to diapers
When I spit it I'm all to philosophical
blame it on the Don Julio and tropical
Twista got more swag than a sissy
but don't get prissy muthafuckas can get
Imma balla and a boss and yes I'm get paid
takin flames to the head I'm Nicolas Cage
I ghost ride the whip I'm get laid
any niggaz dat try to get me is finna get
One day it's possible dat I'm get saved
but for now I be money I'm finna get paid muthafucka
Fucka.. ..fucka.. .. fucka.. ..fucka