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[Twista
Uh, Uh, Ya'll know what it is
talkin 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 ass like Buffalo Bill
I be winnin in the game like them niggas in the
if a nigga talkin shit I'm to hit em in the mouth
Them lyrics that's the shit I be to spit em out
and Imma make a nigga cause I got venom in the mouth
Antonyms and synonyms are spinnin him out of his
and I got bricks of money and I can't fit em in the couch
Kill em the ride paints hard with the deep dish
Kill em wit quick wit 8 bars in a sequence
I am the bidness I gotta you to peep this
Niggaz see me I'm ray Charles or a eclipse
Stevie in the blackout see me the Mack out
gon get money like a GD in a crack house
When it come to flows Imma em like they cold
When it come to niggaz heads Imma split it like a
Take away they swag and shit on they style
cuz my lyrics be too quick they call me Pacquiao
solo wit my k-olo when you see my logo come take my photo when I'm on promo
Niggas wanna get me they pick a new regimen
shit too sick B somebody go get you medicine
Not bringin up Twista I'm makin the relevant
balls bigger mine betta go get 2 elephants
I be getting grimy but you and yo click too
beat yo face up til yo jaw tissue look like a
I be steady yo ass just fo the hell of it
can't nobody wit me the planet is celibate
I kick a hot flow, get it like
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 long as you it back
Here, a couple stacks, you gotta pay me back
me and yo kick it and he know where the ladies 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 the streets and makin a quick pot
but it's time to do something so the shorties don't get
Meanwhile to the lab I got the desert eagle
come on yo muthafuckin tip and kill a lot of
Throw up on a priest let him I ain't no reverend
either dat I go where the fuck I want I'm up in evil
U ain't gotta me I know I spit bars sick
e-mail, anthrax, flows kick
G-up and throw it up I'm car sick
cut raw dope deez cut garbage
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 up in my apartment
So I be passin out fuck you flyers da fakers and heaters and then fuck
If yo' ain't one been one minded the swine flu h1n1 virus
Am I like Jason no I'm more like Myers
I am the shit I need to wear
When I spit it I'm all to philosophical
blame it on the Don Julio and tropical
Twista got more than a rich sissy
but don't get prissy can get grilly
Imma balla and a boss and yes I'm finna get
takin flames to the head I'm Nicolas Cage
I ghost ride the whip I'm finna get
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