Lyrics Summer 96 - Twista, DJ Pharris

Summer 96

What can I say to make you see how the fuck I be feelin'
Nobody can fuck with the villain because I’m one in a million
Really I’m better than, kill the culture or kill the competition if one of 'em
willin'
With the backwood full of Biscotti, I be the truth up in the booth
And let 'em see what it can do to your body
Killin' you is hobby, I be the one that be doin' it readily
Niggas are scared of me like Illuminati
Play time is over, it’s a punisher from the days
I’m back again, you thought it was a phase
And I be flowin' in magnificent ways
Comin' off like a semi;
if you ain’t hit, I bet you yo ass is grazed
A Windy City chief rocker
Since the 90s I can hit the studio and make knocka fuck a drive by
And leave the rider shot up
Bullets goin' blacka blacka when I come and shoot the block up
I’m apocalyptic like the way 2Pac'd spit it
Forever like I gotta get it, I’m goin' after the riches
You lookin' at a drip so vicious
In an era where niggas on camera actin' like bitches
Shit, I’m a balla, still up in the game
Still got the Tom Brady status with the touchdowns homie
Look at how I’m livin', everything is vintage
Diamonds all up in it, and I rock a bust-down Rollie
Full of fetti, I’m on a mission
I’m with it, come get it if you feel like you got a position for the bag
I’m articulate like a mathematician
And I got the arithmetic of a money magician
But I do it for the love
Still holdin' my own, I need nobody to buy me shit
It’s a Twista, I’m comin' with that grimy shit
Let’s take it back to the summer of '96