- Twista 3 Minute Murder 歌詞
- Twista
- Uh, Uh, Yall already know what it is
Niggaz talkin bout
Twista this
Twista thatall
I know is
Twista rap
I spit nigga, fuck yall, 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 southif a nigga talkin shit
Im quick to hit em in the mouth
Them lyrics thats the shit
I be equipped to spit em outand
Imma make a nigga sick cause
I got venom in the mouth
Antonyms and synonyms are spinnin him out of his routeand
I got bricks of money bitch and
I cant 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 cant see me
Im ray Charles or a eclipse
Stevie in the blackout see me with the
Mack outTwista 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 stylecuz my lyrics be too quick they call me
Twista Pacquiaocome solo wit my k-olo when you see my logo come take my photo when
Im on promo
Niggas wanna get me they better pick a new regimenshit too sick
B somebody better go get you medicine
Not bringin up
Twista Im makin the issue relevantballs bigger than mine betta go get 2 elephants
I be getting grimy but you and yo click too elegantbeat yo face up til yo jaw tissue look like a pelican
I be steady whoopin yo ass just fo the hell of itcant nobody fuck wit me the planet is celibate
I kick a hot flow, get it like
Harpobrief when
I rhyme teeth shine like a car show
Wit a thick bitch, go head check out my cargoyou know one gon be wit me wherever my car go
Where yo baby at where yo white
Mercedesat ill let u borrow the
Bentley as long as you bring it back
Here, a couple stacks, you aint gotta pay me backme and yo boss kick it and he know where the ladies at
Whether we comin and killin and murderin cause
I beat down the blockor because
Im like лthrow ya hands up cause its hip hop
Id rather be rappin about the streets and makin a quick potbut its time to do something so the shorties dont get popped
Meanwhile back to the lab
I got the desert eaglecome on yo muthafuckin tip and kill a lot of people
Throw up on a priest let him know
I aint no reverendeither dat
I go where the fuck
I want Im up in heaven evil
U aint gotta tell me
I know I spit bars sicke-mail, anthrax, flows kick arsenic
G-up genie and throw it up
Im car sickcut raw dope deez nigga cut garbage
Lethargic give a bitch hard dick see my niggaz and
I say salute like a sergeant
Cant lie
Im one of the coldest artists so
I wouldnt 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 Im more like
Michael Myers
I am the shit
I need to wear diapers
When I spit it sometimes
Im all to philosophicalblame it on the
Don Julio and killer tropical
Twista got more swag than a rich sissybut dont get prissy muthafuckas can get grilly
Imma balla and a boss and yes
Im finna get paidtakin flames to the head like
Im Nicolas
CageI ghost ride the whip
Im finna get laidany niggaz dat try to get me is finna get sprayed
One day its possible dat
Im finna get savedbut for now
I be getting money
Im finna get paid muthafucka
Fucka.. ..fucka.. .. fucka.. ..fucka
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