| Shit, niggaz got me higher than a motherfucker off up in here, man
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| Damn, the fuck y’all get this weed from?
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| Motherfucker overdose or some shit off this shit, god damn
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| Check this shit out though.
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| Now pussy player haters say that I’m too raw with it but y’all thinkin cause I be talkin shit
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| them hoes say that nigga cold as hell
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| Fuck what the punks are talkin bout
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| I wanna get up with that big ballin bitch
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| plus niggaz feelin what I’m on as well
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| Blunts got my mind in the zone
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| The one that’s rocking fresh Pelle Pel’s
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| True to the shine on his bone
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| Somebody beatin up the block on fresh rider rims
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| If it’s me hell, you can tell by the design on the chrome
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| Crying on the phone
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| Hoe thinkin I’m in love with her
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| cause she took me shoppin and had me tryin on cologne
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| So I left her on the line with the tone
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| Got up with this other bitch
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| Brought no weed cause she firin up her own
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| So hurry with the Phillie bitch, I’m really sick
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| off of some illy shit
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| Here go a rusty razor blade, but still it split
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| and fill it with the killer shit so I can really trip
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| It’s like the bud was tailor made for milli-clips
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| and mac-10's, I lit the bead from the back end
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| Straight to the chest and it got me sprung
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| My lungs started collapsing — shit nigga what’s happenin?
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| The sess got me trippin off the drums and guns, ready for action
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| Duck and swang on either upper thang
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| Try to be tougher, bang, scuff and hang
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| Suffer pain, left deranged then youse a bogus m’uhfucker mayn
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| System be struck a vein, I’m too strange
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| for m’uhfuckers to compete with
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| I’m on some infrared heat shit
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| with a deep clique, what I eat sleep shit
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| Well if it’s a freak bitch, she can suck a sweet dick
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| til she’s seasick; |
| blockin niggas out like an eclipse
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| When smokin them devils put your hands together
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| like you know the host
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| Cause ain’t no nigga that can resist the words from the Twist'
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| Leavin niggas comatose from my overdose
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| Chorus: Twista
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| I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it Me overdosin on weed and sendin all y’all off into a thang
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| Kill off all enemies while makin G’s, catch you off on your knees
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| and snatchin fees now that I’m up in this game
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| I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it Me overdosin on weed and sendin all y’all off into a thang
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| Kill off all enemies while makin G’s, catch you off on your knees
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| Niggas rollin me beads just so they can hang
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| Can you figure out the cause and effect?
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| Niggas comin on your set
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| Thugs comin out they drawers with a tec
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| Victim bleedin from the neck
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| Shirts is getting wet, shorties yellin threats
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| Lookin for the one who called for the deck
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| Now they airin out the hall in the spot
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| Hitting stomachs leavin niggas pinched up Bodies balled in a knot
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| Bullet holes in the wall from a glock
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| Searchin for the one who called in the shots
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| Hypes crawlin for rocks
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| Goin all in the socks of the recently deceased
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| from what was released
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| From the chrome beast to the dome piece
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| Visions in my mind bein increased by inner beef
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| with some grief, but when I chief on some strong leaf
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| I’m snappin hard enough to make a nigga try to check his own chief
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| Violate him but can’t annihilate him
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| Pickin up his own teeth and it’s on with the microphone deep
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| Stimulate him with pistols penetrate him
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| Nerves still jumpin cause adrenaline pumpin is a m’uhfucker
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| Hit him with the steel bloodsuckers
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| Murdered the bud lovers makin sure every one of you hoe studs suck us And I bullshit you not if it was full clips, two glocks
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| you would still die or you’ll get too hot
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| Cause when my fuel kick you’ll drop
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| Hypes is trickin on you
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| Tell me where he at bitch and you’ll get two rocks
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| (Okay!) Cause when my tool click you’ll pop
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| Can’t this hype nigga stop shit, I’m hazardous
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| Makin musical miracles like I’m Jesus of Nazerath
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| Yet disasterous, smokin on halves and hash, fuck if it’s cancerous
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| Bust ass to the beat cause I mastered this
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| It’s hard to breathe, I’m bustin like an A-bomb
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| cause I’m in the zone, twenty-two a cold shit up my sleeve
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| It’s hard to stay calm thinkin about the bitches that I’m fin’to bone
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| Hittin my enemies and competition up with lethal blows |
| that’s damagin, flows that’s callous and we’re leavin
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| thick ladies frantic and people in the industry panickin
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| I thought we got in this to get out of pistol handlin
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| Now it’s possible m’uhfuckers could start vanishin
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| Fuck the Anacin I be toking plenty and stankin from stress
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| and flowin over notes; |
| them studs thinkin they can get close
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| I know I got you trippin off the shit
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| a nigga said off a overdose
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| C’mon and toke on a dub with me; |
| I love cities with parties
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| that’s full of bitches where they let me rub titties
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| Be able to pack a snub with me; |
| in case we get in some static
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| and gotta start leakin blood from stud skinnies
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| So don’t ask if it’s the bud in me; |
| because for some reason
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| I smoke on some weed and get too wicked and raw
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| It can’t be nickel or soft the way it’s chokin me potency’ll have me rockin mics
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| and givin your bitch dick in the jaw, I’m hookin the law
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| You’re lookin in awe, took what you saw
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| Got the B’s pen and pad out the bottom drawer
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| Then got to bitin and formulatin some shit you called your own
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| but take it to the rehab cause you got a flaw
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| To put it simple you ain’t cold enough
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| Trippin out like you can’t control the stuff
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| Lackin rhythm like you known to bust
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| In a different zone from us You niggas need to sit the fuck down
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| get a swisher and roll this up If you think I’m speakin too bold, whassup?
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| I ain’t even on no hoe shit; |
| plus the mob is so thick
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| I’m the type of nigga you should wanna get up close to and take a smoke with
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| If there’s static then check yo’clique; |
| my mind is so sick
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| I be tweakin with speakin releasin energy to show I know the ropes
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| Cause when it comes to this rap shit
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| niggas will choke til I’m ghost
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| while I breath reefer smoke from my overdose
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| Try to put me to the test, gimme some buddha bless
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| I’ll show you who the best
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| Release the vocal trilogy.
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| Aight T god damn slow it up mayn!
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| M’uhfuckers done felt you mayn! |
| We can go to the next shit
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| God damn man you stoppin muh’fuckers and shit
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| Man I’m tryin to get my zone on Let niggaz hear what the fuck I’m doin man
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| I mean you done zoned man, let’s go to the next cut baby
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| Man, fuck that shit |