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Da 5'9"]

We the best, Twist' you at nigga
ya lye...c'mere
Extremely hard to be the king of a it's dis
A nigga that could like this
A nigga that rip any shit that he get
Never and come with a metaphor like this
Flow like dis, broke but flow for the dough like this
Never been a that you know like dis
Cold like dis, but ah, it's me and D-Mo like dis
Respect is a must, got every in every hood checkin' for us
Never us catchin' the bus
got whips, niggaz got loot,
Niggaz got troops, got guns, got (what)
Next big thing, iced watch to go the necklace ring
Iced out to go with the rest it
More or less the of the best you seen
Big buzz, only with big thugs
We get in clubs you know you gettin' ya shit
Not too many ducks is against us
If ya don't know now, you'll know ya lift up
'til I can't rhyme no more, ball 'til I can't ball no more
'Til I'm 5'9" no more, 'til the ice can't no more
Which ever comes first, go nigga

Who the fuck what?!
Who the fuck what, want what?!
[Twista] Playa tell me why you hatin', 'cause you the one that from a nigga that'll open you up
[Twista] You gotta the deck up when we holla

Da 5'9"]
One of a hundred niggaz'll my shit
Eighty-nine'll bite, the ten'll think of comin' alike
my shit when it come to the mic, 99 outta 100'll like
Never a nigga grippin' the tec, it's my shit
Put the flow in affect my clique
Go to the death, flow the best, my spit - I'm sick, my shit
Try to get slick and is gettin' hit
You don't want do you? It comes back to you
And I ain't tryna rap to you, so suck my dick, it's my shit
Too willin' to pin ya in rap
Put a to that, do the math with me
Straight to the lab, we're sendin' you
Keep goin', you know no one can last wit me
Stay armed with the of arms, got bitch-niggaz hittin' alarms
Every rhyme is strictly written to
This my shit, keep every word of every verse in to launch
gone fail, never got plans of catchin' a L
I'ma prevail, whatever you yell
my world, everything else, c'mon nigga

Who the want what?!
Who the fuck what, want what?!
[Twista] Playa tell me why you hatin', you the one take that from a nigga that'll open you up
[Twista] You gotta the deck up when we holla

[Royce talkin' *beat returnin'*]
Motown, uhh...
Chi-town...5'9...
Twista, let's go uhh

Tell me who the fuck want
Whatchu murderous niggaz is ready to the deck go up?
I could cause a scene to make you up
Put a bullet in yo gut, bat em and leave the sto' cut
'cause homie you ain't got no ta,
Dat why you runnin' to a real rida Twista, or Roysta
Let the thirty annoint ya
Whodie won't even know he hit he feel his shirt suckin' the moisture
Voice ya it ya want to
Kick-ass winner, kick up dust in the middle of the
Subpeona muthafuckaz the courts do
blast shortly ya nuts bust and it won't be a misdemeanor
We them niggaz that'll approach ya
Shockin' ya body our Bacardi keeps all ya nerves from
Until we no breathin' - two undercovers,
We comin' we get the dirty even; know it's servin' season
Shit is good as gone, 'cause I gotta bring the home
The petty penny brushin' with the pretty pearl handle
Pistol, Pelle Pelle pants and the on
And you comin' with the Midwest
Remember how we took you, you trippin' off how we did that
tell me where the weed at
Some niggaz knew I was about to snap so he hid that
I was gone get buck - come - get crunk
Go into a thing and let the ride,
And hit them from the blindside
And take the whole opposition with my dog 5'9
Ceremony for the killaz, em off,
And comin' off so you can yo nut
Though I'm to bust yo guts
But if yo is hatin', who the fuck want what?

Who the fuck what?!
Who the fuck want what, what?!
[Twista] Playa tell me why you hatin', 'cause you the one take that from a nigga open you up
[Twista] You gotta send the deck up we holla
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*beat continues then out*