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