[Intro]
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Chi town balla k town nigga
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Runnin through the streets with my hands on the trigga
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And on the block smokin weed with hash
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When I breeze pass
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I'm bout to run through the game like I was steve nash
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Naw naw T naw I feel that shit man but we gotta come with some of that
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Origianal twista shit you know
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Some of that chi town playa shit you know you know that old shit man lets
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Kick that shit T
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Alright I got ya cause
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[Verse 1]
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Take a look at my impala
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Make 'em take a look at my chevy capris
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Now take a look at my platinum bu500 benz rolling through the streets
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In the city of the goals
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Shit making money is the mission
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I'ma glistenin killin off the competition
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Steady tipping cause of how I be pimpin hoes
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Now I know just how to treat 'em cause I need 'em
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I don't really got to beat 'em so we cool
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As long as they bring me my money
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Got 'em walkin survin ass with a passion
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While I'm talkin better never see you laughin
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Know I gotta show 'em ain't a damn thing funny
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Twista got game
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Finna spit it to 'em hard
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Get your dame
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Put 'em on the boulivard
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Now I got 'em in training with my bottom bitch
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She can learn a lot a shit
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Like how to get it on a stroll
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Be in control and shit on the other hoes
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And be able to get fedy for her daddy from a lot a tricks
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But the thump bumpin speakers in the trunk
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Cause a nigga have to cop a little some some
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Leavin niggaz bodies slump when I let the thumpa dump
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If I ever catch you fukin with the bump bump
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Like a diamond I'm flawless
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Aint no fucking with rawness
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When you enter my vacinity better be cautious
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If you into makin money step into my office
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Makin hoes close shop
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My flow caine got the block hot
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Two for tens got me swoopin' through the city in the drop top
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Screamin out I just don't give a fuck
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I'm the truth in the booth from when you see me coming through with the crew
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I make you do what I do
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I'm a win for the city
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For the chi till I die cause theres just no givin up
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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I'm holdin down the game
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What would you be hatin for
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I'm a playa from the go with the shit that you've been waitin for
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I'm holdion down the game
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Show me how you get buck lil momma
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You can make a buck the momma
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Niggaz out here like to fuck lil momma
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[Interlude]
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Take a look at my japer
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Now come look at the diamonds up in the ears
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Now come take a look at the gators
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Jumpers and 150 hat crocadile on the bib
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And the ice on my charm
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Man I'm no joke came up big in the 04
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Now as fast I can kill 'em with the slow flow
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Specially if I been smokin that hydrogen bomb
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Shit man now thats what I'm talking about
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Now thats that origianl twist right there man
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Man but you know what man lets gon slow it down man
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And take it down south houston style cause
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[Verse 2]
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Chi town balla
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K town nigga
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Runnin through the street with my hand on the trigga
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And on the block smokin weed with hash when I breeze pass
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I'm bout to run through this game like I was steve nash
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Aint no fuckin with the twista when I toss words
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Thats the 22 up against a moss berg
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Feel the thump in your trunk from the fatty chacer
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Alias auralius nigga call me gladiator
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Spittin screw words at a screw pace
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2 times stronger than them bitches call me screw face
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You fuckin with a real ass nigga
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Stuffin pockets tryin to make 'em bigger
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Gotta let you know
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[Chorus]
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Holding Down The Game
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| Twista |
