Album by: Street Mix
Artist by: Twista
Sh*t, niggas got me higher than a motherf**ker off up in here, man.
Damn, the f**k yall get this w**d from?
Motherf**ker overdose or some sh*t off this sh*t, God damn
Check this sh*t out though..
[twista
Now p**sy player haters say that I'm too raw with it
But yall thinkin cause I be talkin sh*t
Them hoes say that ni**a cold as hell
F**k what the punks are talkin bout
I wanna get up with that big ballin b**ch
Plus niggas feelin what I'm on as well
Plus got my mind in the zone
The one thats rocking fresh pelle pels
Sweet toothll shine on his bone
Somebody beatin up the block on fresh rider rims
If its me hell, you can tell by the design on the chrome
Crying on the phone
Hoe thinkin I'm in love with her
Cause she took me shoppin and had me tryin on cologne
So I left her on the line with the tone
Got up with this other b**ch
Brought no w**d cause she fine off her own
So hurry with the phillie b**ch, I'm really sick
Off of some illy sh*t
Here go a rusty razor blade, but still it split
And fill it with the killer sh*t so I can really trip
Its like the bud was tailor made for milli-clips
And mac-10s, I lit the bead from the back end
Straight to the chest and it got me sprung
My lungs started collapsing -sh*t ni**a whats happenin?
The sess got me trippin off the drums and guns, ready for action
Duck a swang or either other thang
Try to be tough and bang and scuff and hang
Suffer pain left deranged then youse a bogus muhf**ker mayn
System be struck a vein, I'm too strange
For muhf**kers to compete with
I'm on some infrared heat sh*t
With a deep clique, what I eat sleep sh*t
Well if its a freak b**ch, she can suck a sweet dick
Til she's seasick;blockin niggas out like an eclipse
When smokin them devils put your hands together
Like you know the host
Cause ain't no ni**a that can resist the words from the twist
Leavin niggas comatose from my overdose
Chorus: twista
I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it
We overdosin on w**d and sendin all yall off into a thang
Kill off all enemies while makin gs, catch you off on your knees
And snatchin fees now that I'm up in this game
I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it
We overdosin on w**d and sendin all yall off into a thang
Kill off all enemies while makin gs, catch you off on your knees
Niggas rollin me beads just so they can hang
[twista
Can you figure out the cause and effect?
Niggas comin on your set
Thugs comin out they drawers with a tec
Victim bleedin from the neck
Shirts is getting wet, shorties yellin threats
Lookin for the one who called for the deck
Now they airin out the hall in the spot
Hitting stomachs leavin niggas pinched up
Bodies balled in a knot
Bullet holes in the wall from a glock
Searchin for the one who called in the shots
Hypes crawlin for rocks
Goin all in the socks of the recently deceased
From what was released
From the chrome beast to the dome piece
Visions in my mind bein increased by inner beef
And some grief, but when I chief on some strong leaf
I'm snappin hard enough to make a ni**a try to check his own chief
Violate him but can't annihilate him
Pickin up his own teeth and its on with the microphone deep
Stimulate him with pistols penetrate him
Nerves still droppin cause adrenaline pumpin is a muhf**ker
Hit him with the steel bloodsuckers
Murdered the bud, and I was makin sure
Every one of you hoe studs suck us
And I b******t you not if it was full clips, two glocks
You would still die or youll get too hot
Cause when my fuel kick youll drop
Hypes is trickin on you
Tell me where he at b**ch and youll get two rocks
(okay!)cause when my tool click youll pop
Can't have this hype ni**a stop sh*t, I'm hazardous
Makin musical miracles like I'm jesus of nazerath
Yet disasterous, smokin on half and hash, f**k if its cancerous
Bust a**(??cause I mastered this
Its hard to breathe, I'm bustin like an a-bomb
Cause I'm in the zone, twenty-two a cold sh*t up my sleeve
Its hard to stay calm
Thinkin about the b**ches that I've been up on
Hittin my enemies and competition up with lethal rolls
Thats damagin, flows thats callous and were leavin
Thick ladies frantic and people in the industry panickin
I thought we got in this to get out of pistol handlin
Now its possible muhf**kers could start vanishin
F**k the anacin I be toking plenty and stankin from stress
And flowin over notes;them studs thinkin they can get close
I know I got you trippin off the sh*t
A ni**a said off a overdose
Chorus
[twista
Cmon and toke on a dub with me;I love cities with parties
Thats full of b**ches where they let me rub titties
Be able to pack a snub with me;in case we get in some static
And gotta start leakin blood from stud skinnies
So don't ask if its the bud in me;because for some reason
I smoke on some w**d and get too wicked and raw
It can't be nickel or somethin, way its chokin me
Potencyll have me rockin mics
And givin your butt dick in the jaw, I'm hookin the law
You're lookin in awe, took what you saw
Got the bs pen and pad out the bottom drawer
Then got to bitin and formulatin some sh*t you called your own
But take it to the rehab cause you got a flaw
To put it simple you ain't cold enough
Trippin out like you can't control the stuff
Lackin rhythm like you known to bust
In a different zone from us
You niggas need to sit the f**k down
Get a swisher and roll this up
If you think I'm speakin too bold, whassup?
I ain't even on no hoe sh*t;plus the mob is so thick
I'm the type of ni**a you should wanna get up close to
And take a smoke with
If theres static then check yo clique;my mind is so sick
I be tweakin with speakin releasin energy to show I know the ropes
Cause when it comes to this rap sh*t
Niggas will choke til I'm ghost
While I breath reefer smoke from my overdose
Try to put me to the test, gimme some budda bless
Ill show you who the best
Release the vocal trilogy..
Aight t god damn slow it up mayn!muhf**kers done felt you mayn!
We can go on to some next sh*t
God damn man you stoppin motherf**kers and sh*t
Man I'm tryin to get my zone on
Let niggas hear what the f**k I'm doin man
I mean you done zoned man
Lets go to the next cut baby
Man, f**k that sh*t