Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Come Up, artist - Twista. Date of issue: 16.09.2007
Song language: English
The Come Up |
| Let me take you to the wicked wicked Westside |
| Where them niggaz carry chrome and the best die |
| Where we push up in the corners that we fight for |
| City from the shores breeds gangsters and Vice Lords |
| Bustin pistols while we runnin from the five-oh |
| Hit the adversaries up because we drive slow |
| Oh I’m a killa mayne, standin on these corners |
| Hustlin for my denim mayne, and if you try to move |
| Soon as I hear one shot |
| I’ma let the tec and desert eagle ride non-stop |
| If I have to I’ll commit a murder just to maintain |
| Tell me what you thought I’m from a city where they gangbang |
| And I got that thang thang |
| Get it however you want it cop a fo’and then split |
| Hustle hard and work your way up 'til you holdin a brick |
| Cop an ounce of this 'dro I got the flyest shit in town |
| Bet you within a week you’ll be able to get a pound |
| Go ahead and drop you can whip on 24's to get around |
| Gettin paper make me feel like… |
| Let me see all of my gangsters come up — in Chi-Town |
| Let me see all of my hustlers come up — in Brooklyn |
| Let me see all of my riders come up — in the Bay |
| Let me see all of my killers come up — in Houston |
| Let me see all of my bitches come up — in A-T-L |
| Let me see all of my niggaz come up — M-I-A |
| Now let me take you to the motherfuckin Southside |
| City of the chrome, get shot up for standin outside |
| Don’t talk no shit or you can end up on primetime |
| My nigga Ty Nitti be holdin down the nine-nine |
| That’s where the thugs lurks |
| I done been out there and seen them niggaz put in bloodwork |
| When I’m in the 100's you can always smell the scent of purple |
| These niggaz always gettin money in they inner circle |
| Fuck with 'em they fin’to hurt you; |
| gotta get they cash on Necessary evil they quick to put the mask on Then they gotta put the mash on; |
| steady bustin at each other |
| I take a tool and bust my strap and scream out «Free my brother~!» |
| Bitch-ass motherfuckers; |
| I’m about to break 'em out |
| If they hit me before they get me I’ma take 'em out |
| If we successful we gon’smoke a blunt and cruise home |
| Introduce him to his new Charger with no shoes on |
| 'Til the haters move on Fin’to set up shop now, gotsta hold the block down |
| Gettin paper make me feel like… |
| Now let me take you to the motherfuckin projects |
| Where the true thugs, and the elite members of the mob at Know somebody; |
| better call them out or try to tell them later |
| When they tell you «Where you from"when they catch you on the elevator |
| The fiends lurkin, niggaz serve in pissy hallways |
| Can’t say shit cause they be gettin money all day |
| Mercedes parked out front, chillin with a hat cocked to the left |
| In the ride with the glock cocked smokin a blunt |
| 300Z with the Lamborghini do’s and some hoes with a big ol’project booty |
| And the beat kinda hot but the cops wanna come |
| To hold the work he got that duty |
| So they can’t do nothin to me Seventh flo’with the 'dro now, nineteenth flo’by the rocks now |
| Gettin paper make me feel like… |
| Yeah, some oh-six shit |
| For all the real niggaz and bitches to ride to Not none of that ol’lame-ass, metaphoric-ass ol’goofy shit~! |
| This some of that real shit, that Chi-Town shit |
| That gangster shit, fool! |
| Twista bitch… |