[Intro]
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I, want, my, dough
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Or it's gon' be trouble, somebody let them niggaz know
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I, want, my, dough
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Or it's gon' be trouble, somebody let them niggaz know
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I, want, my, dough
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Or it's gon' be trouble, somebody let them niggaz know
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I, want, my, dough
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Or it's gon' be some trouble
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[Twista]
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Oh ain't no playin me, it's Twista
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I gots to get mine, ya dig?
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I need a stove and a pot from you, oh I need a jar from you
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I'm 'bout to cook up somethin horrible
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I make a big chunk and I chop it down to particles
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and sell a part to you, get this money is what I'ma do, ooh
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A tall dawg call me momma-do ooh, from sellin nuggets to your momma duke
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Now I got money out the follicles
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Try to stop me I'ma put your name up in the article
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I turn a giant to a molecule
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Peon and pussy were the man's parents
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I see straight through you like you transparent
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You ain't capo, you run your man's errands
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Low on the totem pole, but me I hold the do'
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I'm never freezin below zero, I can't go below a O
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So now I got digits, got critics - fuck 'em
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I got bitches that come back wit it, bust you in yo' cap fitted
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You niggaz ain't know I was that siddick
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The chain flick up, peep the (Chronicles) of Twista nigga, fuck Riddick
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[Chorus]
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I, want, my, dough
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Or it's gon' be trouble, somebody let them niggaz know
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I, want, my, dough
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Or it's gon' be trouble, somebody let them niggaz know
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I, want, my, dough
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Or it's gon' be trouble, somebody let them niggaz know
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I, want, my, dough
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Or it's gon' be some trouble, somebody let them niggaz know
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[Twista]
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Uh-huh I rap scary, make A&R's get on they Blackberry
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Type in to they boss that every track heavy
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If rappers was reverends I'm that Jesse
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Or comedians then I'm that Eddie, football I'm that Jerry
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You could count on me when you throw the (Rice)
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Married to the mob so throw the rice, you are just a prototype
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Son of the devil call him Dolomite
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I'm on another level but you wrote 'em, right?
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You fiend for that 'dro to write
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He ain't nothin I'm made, it's swift out the cuts when I daze him
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Give him cuts and abrasions cause I'm too fuckin amazin
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Huff don't get you paid and I'm makin big bucks off of haze and
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My dope gon' keep on comin back like you fuckin with Jason
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Vorhees, more ki's, get killed for the pies
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They yours to serve but the hills have eyes - I'm watchin you
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You should be through my money, huh?
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Well when I come through have that money up
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and I don't even wanna hear no funny stuff, hurry up
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[Chorus]
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[Twista]
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Buck buck, my guns fire horror
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A lil' money you better wire momma because I am diaboli-cal
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To your life I say sayanora
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Better call God or hire Allah, cause nigga I am lava
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Flow out the volcano to burn the village
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These cooking utensils ain't given to you boy you gotta earn the skillet
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When it come to a cap you gotta learn to peel it
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When it come to a track you gotta learn to feel it
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when it's your turn to kill it
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Musical masturbation I'm feelin myself, I'm deadly and mannish
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But I still'll leave you and your buddy damaged
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Freakin on the tracks so nasty that you can't understand it
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'Til you see me sippin dollars and eatin a money sandwich
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And the new Jag be lookin so splendid
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But I can't re-cop it 'til you get finished - it's been three days nigga
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Give me mine, you know I gots to get paid nigga
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Don't you know the consequences of fuckin with a made nigga?
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[Chorus]
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Trouble
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Twista |