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Twista - Ball Wit Us - lyrics

(feat. Erika Kane, Johnny P, Liffy Stokes)
[chorus 1: 2x]
Dance Threw The Cha Cha For Me Ma Mama
Shake And Make It Drop Drop For Your Pa Papa
Touch Your Hips And Your Na Na
Get High
Bounce With Them Ta Tas
Don't Stop
(dance Threw The Cha Cha For Me Ma Mama
Shake And Make It Drop Drop For Your Pa Papa
Come On)
[chorus 2: Johnny P]
Ball Wit Us
Come And Ball Wit Us
(ball Wit Us
Come Ball Wit Us)
Ball Wit Us
You Can Ball Wit Us L.e.g.i.t
Wont You Come And Ball With J.p
[turtle Banxx]
Cha Cha Baby Girl
Step Off Inside This Legit World
Hang Out Like Motorcycles And On Madison And Micky D's Parkin' Lot
Legit Ballaz Status
My Playas Call The Shots
Get Away From Neighborhoods Gang They Tied
This Raccoon Leather And Wood Grain At Night
Smoked Cars Pound
Call L.a 5
Twista Smoked 2 B's So Now We Valley High
[liffy Stokes]
It Aint Nothing To Floss And Balli
Live A Life That Say A High Price Cost To Ya'll
Jet Set With My Hair Hanging Out The Vet
Doing Donuts On The Air Cuz The Streets Wet
Bringing More Rats
Sippin' On The Finest
You Might Fine This
Fly As The Nigga Roll
Smoking On The Philly Slow
Screamin' What Dilly Hoe
I Got A Whirlpool Sweet At The Mo Mo
Plus A Quarter Of Some Hydro
With The Rainjo
[chorus 3]
Ball Wit Us
Come And Ball Wit Us
L.a.g.i.t
Wont You Come Ball Wit J.p
Come On
Ball Wit Us You Can Ball Wit Us
Rockin Platinum Ice
That's What's Ballin Life Like
[miss Kane]
Now Everybody Wanna Get A Glimpse
Of The Little Miss
Now That I'm Rollin With Twist
I Keep My Shit Legitimist
Got Condos Up The Lake
Cd's And Tapes
Keep A Shit
Look It Straight
Dvds To Plate
Lay Back On The E-way
Switchin Up Lanes
Eyes Low From The Dro
Me And Liffy Just Lain
Rockin The Gold
Sippin Mo
Get The Party Of The Chin
We Got Enough Dope For Yall All To Hang
So Come Up Come Up
[chorus 4]
So Many Ladies
Wearing The Thongs
They Drop It, Shake It, Working That Booty
Nobody's Hatin'
Cuz When We Ballin We Are Family
Legit Ballaz Legit Ballaz
Holdin' The Not Cherry Drop Top
Haters ***** Block, Block, Block, Hot Clock, ***** Block
Listen To Some Pac And Roll
With My Thick (yo) *****
While She Lick On My (dick) I (flick)
Boy Got The Thangs On Em'
Tires Is Slickin'
Petroleum Rollin' On Nenollium
Legit Ballaz At The Podium
Church Is Here
Haters Is Gonna Be Hurt This Year
Show It Out Of The Club
Shorty Why Don't You Twirp It Here
Befo We Sweat Lets Take Some Pictures To Add To The Portfolly
Moey, Droey, That Shit I Smoke With My Homies
Taking Penitentiary Poses Thirty Ballers Strong
Only Takin' Pictures With *****es That Gon' Show Us The Thong
The Party Full Of Phetty, Phatty, Thicker Than Patties
Come Here Don't Be Scareda
Daddy Lets Row In The Caddie
You Know You Wanna Holla Screamin' Out Dolla Dolla
But Turn My Back To Prada As Soon We Step In The Ramada
[chorus 5]
Ball Wit Us
Come And Ball Wit Us
(come On And Ball Wit Us)
(it Aint Nothing But A Scream Like Mine)
Ball Wit Us
You Can Ball Wit Us
L.e.g.i.t
Wont You Come Ball With J.p
Ball Wit Us
Come And Ball Wit Us
(ball Wit Us)
Ball Wit Us
You Can Ball Wit Us
(ball Wit Me Baby)
We Paper Chasin'
Jump Out The Hood
It Feels Good
Ballin Like Crazy
Cuz When We Ballin We Are Family
Legit Ballaz Legit Ballaz
[chorus 6: 2x]
Dance Threw The Cha Cha For Me Ma Mama
Shake And Make It Drop Drop For Your Pa Papa
Touch Your Hips And Your Na Na
Get High
Bounce With Them Ta Tas
Don't Stop
(dance Threw The Cha Cha For Me Ma Mama
Shake And Make It Drop Drop For Your Pa Papa
Come On)
[chorus 7]
Ball Wit Us
Come And Ball Wit Us
L.e.g.i.t
Won't You Come And Ball Wit J.p
Ball Wit Us
You Can Ball Wit Us
Come On Ball Wit Us

Twista - Art & Life (Chi-Roc) - lyrics

(feat. Memphis Bleek, Young Chris & Freeway)
[intro: Young Chris]
Yeah...
Young Chris, M-e's, Free-wheez... Tha Boy Twista...
Holla...
My Life On Tha Track... (okay...),
Up And Comin'... State Prop...
Check Game... (that's Right...),
Get Low... (get Low...),
It's Tha Roc...
Better Than Ever (holla)...
Yeah...
It's Tha Mother*****in' Roc *****, You Hotter Than Us?
(okay, Okay)
[young Chris]
Ever Since A Young Buck, I Been On Tha Come Up,
Known To Dish Tha Raw, Dish Tha Law If They Come Up,
And Cheddar 'till Tha Sun Up...
If There's A Ransom And Tha Law Get Involved, Then We Never Get It Summed Up,
Never Put Ya Gun Up, If Ya Come Round Me,
I Go To War Wit' Niggas 'round Tha Corner From 'round Me,
You Can Front 'round Me, But I Read Through That,
Wit' Tha Mili' And I Ain't Talkin' 'bout No Segal Mac,
Niggas See Shoot Back, We Can See To That,
Hit Yo Front Letters See Through Back, Bring Yo Peoples Back,
And I Used To Grind Out On My Friends Spot, 'till He's Mom Wanted My Tim-bots,
Now My Paint Got Me Discounts, Or Trans-quo All Around Tha World, Like I Was Signed To
Pimp-dot,
And If It's Ten Targets And I Got Ten Shots,
I'm Tryin' To Leave At Least Hit Nine Out Of Them Ten Shot...
[memphis Bleek]
I Got My Mind On My Money, Money On Mind,
But Some Say Its A Gift, I Don't Write But I Rhyme,
I, Complete Songs With Just One Try,
Tell 'em It's No Lie, I (beef?) All My Life Dogg, I Never Think, It's Already There,
I Find Ways To Say-it, So You Mother*****ers Hear-it,
And When You Hear It You Feel It, You Know Its Real (so...),
This Is How I Live It, How Its Pictured For Real, (nigga...),
I'm Shittin For Real...
Diamonds Against Wood, Underground King For Real,
Big Crib When I Lay, Yeah I'm Livin' For Real,
Trust Me Tha Guns Come Off Tha Shelf Whenever Shit'll Get Real,
Automatics And Tha Extended Clips, That's What I'm Hittin' Wit',
Dummies In Tha Black Rhinoes,
(yeah...) They Be Killin' Shit,
Mask Up Kidnap Shit, That's How My Niggas Get,
Chi-town, Nyc, That's How My Niggas Get...
[freeway]
Yes, Just Picture Me Rollin',
Tha Smith And Wesson'll Stay Goin' Put A Hole In Yo Chest,
It's Just, Another Hustle Paper Gettin' Made And Fold Ya,
Mad, You Street Niggas Finally Made It,
I Swoop Five, He Know Tha Ride, Heavily Loaded,
Deliver Pies Like Cake, They Go Straight Through Yo Payment, (yup...),
Chump... You Don't Really Wanna War,
With Tha State Prop Clique, If Ya Clique Shot Us, (why Us...?),
S-p Game So Damn Tough, Tha 4 4 In Tha 5th Tucked Ya'll Cant Hang,
Transporter Turned Rapper, Get A Can For To Fill My Life,
Still Acclompished, Wanna Fill They Cups?
Tha Rap Version Of Mandela Call My Bluff,
Well Still Tha Street Dwellers Feel My Pain (my Pain...),
I Spit A Verse And Split A Clip In Tha Rain,
A Fool-proof When Tha Full Force Open You (what...?),
[twista]
Twista Will Rock You, You Don't Want Tha Thug Apostle To Pop You,
Hostile When I Drop You, Turnin' Everything Colossal To Fossiles,
I Speak Street Gospel, All They Life I Spit Words And Paint Portraits,
For Real Niggas That Hold Down They Fortress And Serve Off Of Porches,
Hit 'em In Tha Body Wit' Tha Powerful Forces, That'll End All Your Data,
Make You Clean Up Your House, Bag Up An Ounce, Hit Tha Dance Floor And Bounce,
We Blessed Wit' Tha Talent, ***** Wit This Clique, It Ain't Gon' Be Easy,
'cuz You *****in' Wit' Twist If You ***** Wit Chris, Bleek And Free-wheezy,
So Speak And Breath Easy... Or To Shoot Ya's My Future In 3d,
I Like Whore's, I'm From A City Full Of Vice Lords, And Gd's,
Breeds, And Souls, 2-6's, Kings, Vd's And Stones,
Spanish Cobras And All Tha True Soldiers Survivin' Are Gone,
Watch Me Spit If For Tha Killers And Hustler's, Flippin' All Tha Pounds And Bricks,
Hate On Me I'ma Bust At You Hoes, And I Put Eleven Down Wit' A Clip,
Niggas Servin' Fiftys And Hundreds, When I See You And I'm On Yo Tip,
Twista And This East Coast Regime, It's That Chi-roc Shit

Twista - Blood N Blood Out - lyrics

Me and my closest roll dog
came up at an early age on the corner servin cane
gang bangin and everythang
we some muther*****in gangstas
roll to the right
Blood in Blood out brothers and we swore that was for life
servin them keys of weed and be clocking them g's a week
we got whatever you need just a come and see me
or my muther*****ing nug bout to show this city up show love
or catch that bug from that nine millimeter slug
i broke bread with this nigga, i bust lead with this nigga
heard he *****ing with the feds
can't believe it, not my nigga
selling me for the cash, was he moving too fast
talking behing my back to them damn hood rats
i'm going crazy aint that a *****
you try and get *****ed and your closest rodey
turns into a snitch
just smiling and laughing in your *****ing face
went behind your *****ing back hooking you with a *****ing case
going insane and i don't know what to think
paranoid out my mind as i take another drink
of that hennessy mother*****in cognac
got me reaching for my nine
bout to peel this niggas cap
so i waked out the house
and i headed for the corner
i seen that nigga creeped up on him
***** yous a goner
up that itchy to his temple why'd you try to ***** me Rodey
starting crying seeing me
nigga this aint to New Jack City
and my name aint no muther*****in Nino Brown
a tear rolled down my cheek and i blew his brains on the ground
sirens all around lights all in my face
dick boys on the case so i headed towards the gate
***** freeze
***** please
thats what i told them punk ass cops
all of a sudden i heard the shot
couldn't believe i just got popped
didn't drop, turned around, grapped my nine, then i pulled it
started yelling just

Twista - Adrenaline Rush - lyrics

What happens when you combine the daekness with the light?
(yungbuck)
Im bringing pain like two bad nurses, and the pain from these here
Mother*****in verses rediculos thirst is involving hearses to the dirt shit
First pick and using autos to work with slugs to the shirt shit (just to squirt
Shit) Im kickin it with an expert kick from birth till the earth split leave
You hurt ***** and show you how worser than worst get in the zone see the vein
When the pain repel and then Im closing the curtains ***** (when adrenalines
Pumping) I dont understand discussion only hear certian shit Im a
Misunderstood nigga and Im off my square high got me reversin clips and
Dispersin shit
(twista)
What can I say to make you see how the ***** I feel to make me wanna jump off of
The edge Im charged off of suckers gettin shot up off the ledge no pain the
Static came I took a bunt off to the head (so tell me what it said) retaliate
With leathal reprecussion I feel the reefer rushin watch him go into thangs
Like its a wicked stick so get that benedryl hot like Im finna steal lickin
And kickin shit for niggas and *****es that I kick it with I was born to get
You pumped up its like some lead bust givin mother*****ers a head rush then
Your lead bust when you jumped up cuz what I said mustve got you geeked my
Eyes red puffed from smokin shit that niggas hit on and die makes me wanna
Slip the clip on the side and if you act like a ***** on the the whole westside
Will let the shit gone and ride and let the trigga bust
(chorus)
Thats your adrenaline rush like when a mother*****er have to go pick up the pump
To make his opposition chest kick up and jump when you lit up the pump to make
Your body get up and jump thats your adrenaline rush like when a mother *****er
Have to go pick up the pump to make a trigger pick up and thump so make the
Bass kick up and bump and let the rythm hit off the funk (repeat)
(twista)
Pullin up bailin out like we carsick and ready to start shit start up buryin
Some heads like an ostrich unload the whole cartrige and throw the shells in
The garbage the hardest of mother*****ers could never achieve what ive
Accomplished yungbucks my acomplice located his exsistance with my 6th sense
Like a compass and started on a journey to a star just to stop this rushin up
The of the niggas to get em charged whats the real reason? all you haters try
To murder me so now its kill season and even though Im still bleeding ima
Keep coming cuz Im still breathing and yall cant trace me Im buyring my
Victims in the wall like gacy too lyrical and since the snip of my umbilical
These flows is critical my music is miracle like Im biblical, killin like im
Nuttier than buddy love and still wouldnt leave a bloddy glove and start the
Truck up lets be the ***** up getaway smokin this blunt dub the adrenaline
Eruptin my veins and Im pumped up
(yungbuck)
And Im calibrated at 360 degrees see thats 300 niggas thats gon die bout 60
Slugs to do this deed (psychodrama) we too much for the industrealists to *****
With this on the brink of *****in up some shit, dismantle deduct some shit its
Hard to imagine what niggas got nerves to do, so I guess I just take that
*****in nerve from you then think what Im on the verge to do and I got the
Urge ooh let semi close your curtains fool from killin the verses fool I be
One of the worstest dude (you the who? ) Im the worstest lurkin bout 9
Millimeters above your surface unleash these thangs and I defeat your purpose,
You hurtin
(chorus)

Twista - Badunkadunk - lyrics

[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
(Badunkadunk) All in your face when you're at the club
(Badunkadunk) Slide down the poll for the 30 Dub
(Badunkadunk) Look at your ass girl, it's so much fun
(Badunkadunk) I tell the DJ, I need 100 ones
(Badunkadunk) What? (Badunkadunk) drop Yo!
(Badunkadunk) All That (Badunkadunk) Bounce Yo!
(Badunkadunk) Big Phat (Badunkadunk) I Love Yo!
(Badunkadunk) Tell the DJ, I need 100 ones
[Verse 1: Twista]
Ooh! Shit, damn shawty look at the mutha*****in' fatty
Come to daddy, tell me what I gotta do to get you
lickin' in my custom caddy
Never wanna let you get up out the ride
When I first took a look mouth is wide
Look at titties with them little bitty shorts you got on
With the thighs hangin' out the side
When you work it you gone hurt these other *****es(That's Right)
Hurtin' em' mean with the way you struttin'
Even though you only walkin'
You still lookin' like you shouldn't do that shit in public
I can tell from right now what I see you workin' with
You ain't even gotta ask for the blunt
Booty so phat, gaps so nice, you can see ya ass from the front
You finna hurt how you twurk that thang
You get me heated when you pop it baby
Fell in love when you came up in club, with a whole bottle of Mo'
Don't pop it baby!
I know you got up on some rump shaker time
Just let us see what you can do
Sip a little something while you bounce that ass
Girl you gotta Badunkadunk
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Twista]
Now bounce that ass, hurry up for the Bentley
Now gone drop that bikini for the Lamborghini
Now let me see you in a car for the big grown
Love the way you shake it for the dollar
Holla at me when you see me
Now I don't wanna see nobody full of rigimortis
Go head and jiggle for the more more money that's in his hands
Go head and hit the shades with ya thick ass
Now come over here by the table and give me a lap dance
Bend it over come and get this dust
Come take it off now we in the cut
Gots to hit that from the back
Shorty gotta lil junk in her trunk
Look at how she make one butt-cheek freeze
Look at how she make the other cheek move fast
Look at how she switch, make the other cheek move
Then work both sides then clap that ass
Remember them times!, when you met two shawty's
And you really want the cutey
But you let her slide, cuz the other gotta really big-o donkey booty
Now shawty think she fine, only if she really knew the truth
I ain't gone lie, girl twurk them thighs
I'm in love with your big Badunkadunk
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Twista]
Can you make it go wobbley-wobbley, come on and follow me
Take you on a ride on the 'C' and umm!
If you let it jiggley-jiggley, make it go wiggley
Baby you can never get rid of me and umm!
Twurk something, ooh yeah
Yeah that booty softer then a teddy bear
So phat I can barely stare, with a darier, that's scary there
Come and drop for a nigga named Twista
Come and pop for me like a pistol
Got Badunkadunk's from a MOB and got Badunkadunk's for Jazze Phizzle
Girl you deserve respect, you look so good girl I commit you
The hottest thang on the menu
When I'm off up in the strip club, I like it when you
Twurk that thang, bounce that ass
Work it all the way down to the floor
Climb to the top, shake it up-side down
Slide down tha mutha*****in pole
Work that crown, give a lap-dance
Shake it like it's for lady-groups
Take all the ballers to the V.I.P
Girl gone work yo fat away
[Chorus]
Shake That Thang Girl!(Repeat to the end of song)
[Jazze Pha]
This! is a Jazze Phizzle Product-shizzle
My Nizzle! Hah!
Twista!, Chi-Town, Yeah
What? Legit Ballin' Daddy!
Ooh!, We out Daddy!

Twista - Chocolate Fe's And Redbones - lyrics

(feat. Johnny P)
[johnny P Ad Lib Croons For 15 Seconds]
[chorus: Johnny P]
Rollin Down The Street On Some Shiny Twenty-fo's
Pullin Up With Chocolate Fe's And Redbonnnes (la La La La La)
Blowin On Some 'dro While I Spit My Money Flow
Pullin Up With Chocolate Fe's And Redbonnnes (honey No)
Rollin Down The Street On Some Shiny Twenty-fo's
Pullin Up With Chocolate Fe's And Redbonnnes (chocolate Fe's And Redbones)
Blowin On Some 'dro While I Spit My Money Flow
Pullin Up With Chocolate Fe's And Redbonnnes (ohh Yeah)
[twista + (johnny P)]
One Two Three
You Ain't Never Seen No Mother*****er Pimp Like Me
Stay Up In The Street Lookin For Honies Throwin Money In The Club
Chubby Thug Ballin In The White Tee
Roll A Swisher Up And Take It To The Head
Havin Fantasies Of Havin Me Two *****es In The Bed
Dark-skinned And Light-skinned Like Mike, Both Of 'em Lookin Right
Spectacular When I Get Up In Them Legs
Have You Ever Seen A Light-skinned Freak
Butter Pecan Or Vanilla, Nipples And Her ***** Pink
(hazel-eyed Jet Black Baby Hair That'll Hurt Yo' Hearrrrrrt)
Have You Ever Seen A Dark-skinned Freak
Sexy And Chocolate When She Droppin In, My African Queen
(when She Starts What Is She Like A Hershey Bar)
The Three Of Us Need To Drive Up To An Exotic Place
Where Y'all Can Double Up On Me, Take Me To Outer Space
Or We Can Keep It Ghetto While Hang In The Hood On The Porch
And Later On We Can ***** In Front Of The Fireplace
But For Now I'm Only Dippin Through The Block
Expressin To You All Of The Feelings In My Chest
Wishin I Could Find A Couple Of Girls On What I'm On
So They Could Help Me End My Stress, Until Then I'm Just
[chorus (w/ New Ad Libs)]
[twista + (johnny P)]
Look At Lil' Red
Talkin Jazzy At The Mouth, Cause She Think She The Shit
Thinkin Everybody Around Supposed To Bow Down To Her
Cause She's Bored, But She's Still My *****
Now Come Take A Look At Miss Black
Always Got An Attitude, And She Stay On The Attack
Why You Always Wanna Whup A Nigga Ass, Tellin Me I'm Bogus
But I Love You Cause Yo' Ass So Fat
So Now I Gotta Pimp My Ride
Custom Material, Computer, And Chrome On The Side
Paint Job Can Make You Look Like Butter Rollin
But You Ain't Rollin Unless You Got Some Twenty-fo's On The Ride
And The Do' Suicide
Niggaz Hatin But The *****es On The Dick When The Do's Go Up
Let The Enemies See It Good
When The Homies In The Ride And The Forks And The Fo's Go Up
... Steady Bendin Through The Block, And I'm Tryin To Find A Ho
(and I'm Pullin Up With Somethin Candy Painted Mayyyne)
Everybody Call Me Twista, Representer For The City Of The Dough
(standin Out On Madisson Screamin Out Ain't It Mayyyne)
Hit 'em With The One Two Three
[chorus (w/ More Different Ad Libs)]
[johnny P - Repeat 2x To Fade]
You Know I Love My Chocolate Fe's And My Redbones
I Still Love My Peanut Butter And My Caramel Girls
I Got Love For My Chocolate Fe's And My Redbones
I Still Love My Peanut Butter And My Caramel Girls

Twista - Artillery - lyrics

*featuring Todd Nitty
Restraint!
Artilerry mother*****er, legit balling ***** but don't get it twisted
Ain't no hoes over here
Yeah, we got guns nigga, aimed at all you hating *****es
From K-Town to the Manor, Holy City to the Wild Hundreds
The war is on, and all my killers is riding
Todd Nitty, what you got for these hoes (click...clock...blast)
[Todd Nitty]
I got that 9 double M glock, with the infrared beam dot
Aiming at your knot, making your heart stop
Yelling out "***** Tha Po" who some call it 5-0
Better look out for when they pull that kick door
Nothing but gangstas, thats all who I hang with
Slanging them thangs with, came up in the game with
The *****ing hood rats, because them some broke hoes
Me get a rich ***** and stick her for her dough
The Manor in that K-Town, thats how we put it down
Letting off fifty rounds, thats how our shit sound
Artillery up the ass, scullies and ski masks
9's and bubble masks, gunning at your ass
Mother*****ing street thugs, legit ballers
Money and the power, moving that flour
Taking no shorts and taking no losses
Hauling niggas asses off in coffins with that..
[hook]
One, two, three, 45.'s,
Six, seven, eight, nine milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump nigga [4x]
A nigga riding with stealers, hustlers, killers all my life
Legit Ballers *****, don't even try to ***** with us gangsta's
Because we some mobstas
You come with that bullshit, then ***** I'll pop ya'
See it's that nigga Todd Nitty, that be squeezing triggers like *****es
titties
Who is it, the most left on nigga, they crept on nigga, with that teflon nigga
And it went BLOW! BLOW! body bag that *****
Sent his ass to the morgue with the rest of

Twista - Back 2 School - lyrics

[tung Twista]
Back To School Lets Go Back To School
Lets Go Lets Go Back To School To The Oldschool
[chorus 4x]
Lets Go Back To School To The Old School
To The Times When The Single File Lines Was The Rule
To The Days That We Had To Study All The Maps
The Days We Were Kiddin Not To Take The Kid Naps
The Days When We Used To Have To Wear The Dunce Caps
And The Days When We Used To Bust The Oldschool Raps
Sittin With Your Buddy Studyin For Ya Test
Lookin Back So That You See Up Under Betty's Dress
Couldnt Wait For Bells To Ring So We Can Go To Recess
To Kick The Battle Rhymes Just To See Who Was The Best
There Were Seven Emcee's In The 7th Grade
I Would Kick Seven Rhymes Had Only Seven Made
But Those Seven Rhymes We Stole
Note The Way Your Toning
I Gave The Class A Blast The Way I Smash My Opponents
Battlin Was Serious They've All Ducked The Fist
Because I Kick The Funky Fresh Rhymes Like Fish
Try To Swing But They Miss They Miss Like This
Rasheeda's On The Monkey Bars Blowin Me A Kiss
Throwin Rhymes Back And Forth On The See Saw
Just To Mess With Him Because I Know That He Saw
Winkin At Latrice Because I Know That She Saw
Several Suckas Tried To Push Us Down But We Saw
These Are The Days When The Tounge Used To Rule
Recess Is Over Lets Go Back To School
[chorus]
Goin Back To School Like Rodney Dangerfield
To The Lunchroom Where The Cooks Arrange A Meal
Ate The Sloppy Joe Where My Friends Copy So
We Can Try To Get More Than Emcees Can Flow
The Fun Fun Fun Funky Able Fable
I Stake The Style Standin On The Stable Lunch Table
Finish Up The Rhyme So I Can Pass It To The Next
Throw Em Back And Forth Till We Heard The Bells Flex
Left The Lunchroom Went To The Gymnasium
Ut Time To Flow We Call It A Rap Stadium
Throwin Rhymes Back And Forth Like A Symphany
I Wanna Start A Battle So Step To Him For Me
The Whylin Got Sensible Because We Saw The Principal
Like Grammar School Somehow The Principal's Invicible
Shot A Couple Hoops The Rims Are Called Fruit Loops
And If You Miss We Say Opps And Leave The Gym Like Troops
Single File Line But We Were Still At The Pool
The Day Is Over Tommorrow Back To School
[chorus]
After School Im Home With My Mom She's Pleased
Cuz Rappin Help Me Learn There Were Never F's And D's
Cuz When Im Spellin Bees It Would Help Me Stand These
Didnt Worry About Freaks On The Street Sellin Keys
Rock The Streets Beats From The Mouth No Tracks
Rhymes Be Simple Bust On How They Aint Wack
I Walk Into A Battle Say What We Havin Here
Back In Them Days I Was Called A Cavalier
Me And Baby Used To Flow The Flows Like Food
Me And James Phillips Used To Rock The High Schools
Me And Carl Tolta Used To Rock The Neighborhood
Don And Aviator Used To Show That They Were Good
Me And Johnny Love Used To Rock The Rock Parties
And My Brother Johnny Kicks A Dance To Fade Everybody
Me And Kingdom Rock Used To Rock The South Blocks
An Empire Of Destruction Had Emcees On Their Jocks
The Past I Have Stated, They Way We Used To Rule
Even Though We Graduated Lets Go Back To School
[chorus]

Twista - Bennie Franks - lyrics

(feat. Bennie Franks)
no muggy manny man gonna feel this shit here tramp
try out the (?) bobby land rasta man one land one land live one land love
you come you come you test the rasta
you come you come you test the rasta
you test Bennie and I told ya mother*****er boom
now ya *****ing dead
[Bennie Franks]
I drop bombs like who say mad ass
verbal ammunition when I solve a blast ass I stash cash
assassination like Ras Kass
*****es and 10 hut
I'ma money making soldier cause I don't give no *****
the world is mine
you stepping over gages grenades and land mines so hand mine
if you was around nigga you probably ban mine
off the loado watching out for the rorrow popping at the po po
99 brinks truck candy apple sitting on normols
them niggas don't wanna see us come up
so ***** them marks for the legit ballers for the world blow up
its ain't no sold off shit I'm still top of the mess
check Tom disrespect Tom teflon through his chest
and ***** em for T
I'm rolling in my candle camouflage
wing ding and white wands and now I ready to march
embark on this who trying to whip the lyrical arsonist
look learn and listen my baguette still glisten
my nine shines its 6 past 6 so *****es prime time
who in they write mine nigga trying to define rhyme
L-E-G-I-T ballers
give it up for them pistol pistol the knuckle street baller
come on
[chorus]
B-E double N I-E Franks
B-E double N I-E Franks
B-E double N I-E Franks
B-E double N I-E Franks
[chorus 2]
its a joint we completed niggas ballers boy
thats the money making soldiers bringing all the noise
ain't nothing on ya block but them vocaling toys
riding tinted out real straps

Twista - Break 'Em Up - lyrics

(feat. Big Body, Highbeam)
[Highbeam]
put ya guns down
its time to squad now
ya'll then kick it up in the club dont try to run now
he's saying thugged out
but back in 88 bust I heard ya plugged out
thats what ya name and became and moved down south
still the ***** you was in the city
mo money mo cash mo hoes now ya sitting on 20
if it came down to it nigga ***** your mob
and if ya wanna get em all we can squad and squad
I say now who want they ass kicked ass kicked
who wanna get touched with plastic plastic
I see ya standing in the path trick path trick
now do ya wanna be around ***** around *****
cuz I dont give a ***** if the club on ya block or not
cuz if ya step on our toes then its bound to get hot
its bound to get heated all of us we got a SK and a chopper
better utensils bound to break me off proper
from the 51st ward nigga
we all ghetto so while ya practice looking hard nigga
you need to let go and umm remove ya bodyguard nigga
how ya'll wanna do it
we can take it to the yard nigga we rob niggas
[chorus]
break em up
***** that let them niggas fight
break em up
***** that let them niggas fight
I cant breathe somebody get em off me
I cant breathe anybody get em off me
break em up
***** that let them niggas fight
break em up
***** that let them niggas fight
I cant breathe please get em off me
I cant breathe motha*****a get em off me
[Highbeam]
back the ***** up
who in the hell wanna get it on
Ima bout to pull a kick door like that nigga James Jones
lets move these *****es in lets get these niggas out
is that your girl keep talking shit Ima slap the gold outta her mouth
cuz Im a real nigga for
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