| Police, we have a search warrant, freeze
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| C’mon, c’mon, T-Pain, T-Pain, it’s Twista
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| Come this way, c’mon, we gotta creep fast, c’mon
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| Watch as I hit it through the middle of the city in the Chevy
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| And I’m ready with the woofers that’ll flip your block
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| And I got the tick and a machete for the niggas actin' petty
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| Get to talkin' an' I’m a heat up your block
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| If you wanna bring your boys, better bring the toys
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| Better bring the noise, I’m a pump both up with ammunition
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| Bodies I be hittin' when I get to spittin'
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| Everybody shoulda broke and ain’t nobody listen so now I
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| Roll 'em 24s when I’m on your tip
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| They don’t know who I am, ain’t no body talkin' shit
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| Tell me when did they ever think that I was a hoe
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| 'Cause I got killas with me crips, bloods, G’s and folks
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| And we be focused on the paper
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| When we be up in the kitchen
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| When we thinkin' about the money
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| On the steady come up
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| And I got the niggas that be ready for
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| Whatever with a whole war chest if a nigga run up
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| AK 47, desert eagle, SK, Mac 11
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| For the niggas that’ll try to run up
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| Nigga what ya want I’m a bone thug
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| Get you while your sleepin'
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| 'Cause you know I’m creepin' on ah come up
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| Motherfuckers actin' like they don’t know me
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| But they know just who I am
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| I’m a motherfuckin' killa gorilla nigga
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| You better act like you understand
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| 'Cause I’m a killer, a mass murda
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| The realest nigga that you ever heard of
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| Motherfuckers actin' like they don’t know the deal
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| But they know just what to do
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| Everybody talkin' in the streets so you know
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| That I’m comin' straight for you
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| I’m a killa, a mass murda
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| The realest nigga that you ever heard of
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| Quit the playin' nigga and get over on the Twista
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| I’m a see you when I see you and I wouldn’t want to be you
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| Got the desert eagle when I’m rollin' in the regal
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| And I’m lookin' at you evil through the eye of a needle
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| Not a misdemeanor but a murder with a millimeter
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| Feel the heat of Twista when I’m bustin' at your whip
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| I get a burglar when I be comin' for your shit
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| I’m a get you for your goods when I run up in your crib
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| Tell me where your jewelry at, where your safe?
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| Don’t make me have to smack this ugly bitch in her face
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| Is it behind the portrait or is it in your floor?
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| Just let me know so that I can hit it up 'cause I gots to go
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| 'Cause I gotta throw it so I had to lick on them niggas
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| 'Cause it used to be that if I had to hit 'em, I’ma get 'em
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| Never ride a burgundy Lamborghini Murciélago
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| Through the city because I know that’ll kill 'em
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| Averagin' a 100 yards a game my competition
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| Better back up I’m the E runnin' back
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| Niggas that ain’t ready get the machete
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| For the lyrical Jason of rap I’ma keep comin' back
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| Motherfuckers actin' like they don’t know me
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| But they know just who I am
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| I’m a motherfuckin' killa gorilla nigga
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| You better act like you understand
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| 'Cause I’m a killer, a mass murda
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| The realest nigga, that you ever heard of
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| Motherfuckers actin' like they don’t know the deal
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| But they know just what to do
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| Everybody talkin' in the streets so you know
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| That I’m comin' straight for you
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| I’m a killa, a mass murda
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| The realest nigga, that you ever heard of
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| The lyrical assassin the pocket I got in
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| I be attackin' the track and I got a package of the good
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| See a legendary representator for the city
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| 'Cause I put it down ever since I been rappin' in the hood
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| 17 years of goin' and flowin' and showin'
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| These niggas when it come to beaten me nobody could
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| I was spittin' venom ever sense the days UGK been rappin'
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| And talkin' about puttin' diamonds on the wood
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| Pullin' up in a old Cadillac before I got some thangs
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| And I got that gwap and the numba one spot now I ride a range
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| And because I spit that crack is the reason we got some change
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| And if we ain’t makin' money off rap then we got them thangs
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| Got the 8 dollar hollas two for 15's
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| A 4 and a split a nine piece so you can hit the whole brick
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| How I win it by makin' a 100 every summer
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| Pullin' up in the Hummer can make a nigga so sick
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| How we constantly come up with hits and steady be gettin' fans
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| Is only because a nigga flows sick
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| Showin' no debate everybody know I’m great
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| Any motherfuckers that hate can suck my dick
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| Motherfuckers actin' like they don’t know me
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| But they know just who I am
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| I’m a motherfuckin' killa gorilla nigga
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| You better act like you understand
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| 'Cause I’m a killer, a mass murda
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| The realest nigga that you ever heard of
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| Motherfuckers actin' like they don’t know the deal
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| But they know just what to do
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| Everybody talkin' in the streets so you know
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| That I’m comin' straight for you
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| I’m a killa, a mass murda
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| The realest nigga, that you ever heard of |