Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Unsolved Mystery , by - Twista. Release date: 29.08.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Unsolved Mystery |
| I know a whole bunch of motherfuckers thats prepared whoop |
| Leave a body bloody red to scoop |
| Poppin off lead for loot |
| Shot the pussy up from head to boot |
| Just for talkin dramatic when it was static you was scared to shoot |
| Police prepared to swoop |
| To catch a nigga on the runway but don’t none stay for the white chalk |
| If aired out your tip whatch your lip niggas pipes talk |
| I you wasn’t seen then you might walk |
| Even if it ain’t the time of day niggas will find a way like locos off of nodos |
| Cappin when you servin your blows niggas doze hoes |
| Got the popos posin as hobos |
| Take a photo of him please |
| Tell the Chi Town he freeze they don’t give a fuck if it was DT’s |
| They be up like the sea breeze on CC’s |
| And they handin out these murders like free cheese |
| Could you pass me the B please |
| I got intercate shit to kick even though I campaign with a gang |
| Bumpin though in different denominations in the nations, |
| and the nations racin worried bacause I’m slangin the thangs |
| If you can ahng up at my town up a K Town |
| if you dissin them then you dissin me Niggas actin like they glad to die so if you had to try, |
| if they faded you it wouldn’t mean shit to me just a unsolved mystery |
| Before I saw his body lyin down |
| I heard a motherfucker crying now |
| Have you ever seen a bitch nigga give into mysery |
| And left an unsolved mystery |
| Before I saw his body lyin down |
| I heard a motherfucker crying now |
| Call the popo the man and mess |
| Shot up his head and chess |
| Put to rest now the rest should be history |
| Before I saw his body lyin down |
| I heard a motherfucker crying now |
| Have you ever seen a bitch nigga give into mysery |
| And left an unsolved mystery |
| Before I saw his body lyin down |
| I heard a motherfucker crying now |
| Niggas actin like they glad to die |
| So if you had to try |
| If they faded you it wouldn’t mean shit to me In a hoopty shorty’s will design a spot |
| So when the get pulled over them people wouldn’t find the spot |
| But if you ain’t got it hid you have the flowest |
| if you can throw it and motherfucker its a nine to knot |
| Just go back to where your thang lay |
| Cause lo key niggas they started out in the gang way |
| But if you wild when your aim spray |
| Them niggas that you aired out is gonna be comin back the same day |
| In the middle of a war you ain’t on the tip |
| if you get the guns and clips to keep doin what you doin |
| Is it the same chiefs that got the same beef |
| claimin they ain’t been doin the bruh be givin it to 'em |
| Flamboyant niggas must be slow |
| If your bitch ain’t get popped then its a blessin she a lucky hoe |
| Cause no matter where the fuck he go In K Town they will dress him in a casket and tuxedo |
| Cause you can’t be actin thug roof |
| Because of Hennesey and drug use these niggas love juice |
| Some don’t even considered gettin caught |
| cause when you talk up some shit the gonna be quick and let the slugs loose |
| These motherfuckers heart is love boo |
| Especially like them niggas up at Ghostown Windy City snipe |
| Cause its a pitty when hype |
| For niggas wanna get witty |
| For comin too pretty |
| Get the chilli filled and desipher |
| To pay the piper and bow to viper |
| Twice is rough |
| Now is what I’m kickin hype enough |
| Cause everytime I puff and write this stuff |
| I kick a frenzy facin fuckin and fury cause I dont like to bluff |
| So if we ever get into it and let the static get to me Lets squash it and make it history |
| Niggas actin like the glad to die |
| So if you had to try |
| If they faded you it wouldn’t mean shit to me Just an unsolved mystery |
| Now listen they be kickin hocus pocus |
| I done said shit to put your motherfucking eyes out of focus |
| So writing what I wrote is hopeless |
| If you see our base and you said then you better be ferosheous |
| And matter fact I hope the dopest |
| For to try to cope this is hopeless |
| Cause my lethal rhymes |
| Is the kind that can beat you blind |
| And pre-design |
| I pee through mine |
| Like I see through lines |
| Check the brain and see define |
| The reason I’m gunnin I tried the runnin |
| Cause I should have let you know |
| I don’t give a fuck you was fronted because you was blunted |
| West side to the hunters you can’t step to hoe |
| In the state of emergency urgenlty the ambulance will come |
| And then the law will come demand the gun |
| But bullshit irrelevence they need evidence |
| or trippin on elegance they be holdin out they hands for some |
| If anything they’ll hand 'em some |
| Or get wit him here come the victum he be shot up in his pants and lungs |
| Cause he actin hard and ran his tongue |
| Don’t mean another nigga he meet in the street gonna be the man to run |
| Cause a prison is some shit to see |
| Matter of fact fuck the talkin my lip let me hit the B Niggas actin like they glad to die |
| So if you had to try |
| If they faded you it wouldn’t mean shit to me Just an unsolved mystery |