Yeah, you know what's about to go down right?
Yeah
Gotta let 'em know who is this
Ludacris
And who else nigga?
Twista, nigga, uhh, uhh, check it out

Sometimes I think that I gotta see a little bit of brighter days
'Cuz I confine myself to a city near you in a solid cage
And you can look to tha left and tha right
But I'm trapped on center stage
And I can rap to tha' beat but I don't know how to change my ways
I still hear a fool and I'll track 'em, distract 'em, and wack 'em

Jackin' a nigga for tha 'Dame of Dames' and I'll, yack 'em
Attack 'em, and sack 'em, get a weapon and I crack his brain
'Cuz I'm a hustler, baller, pro, and it wouldn't be right for me
To be around busters and crawlers and hoes
But I'm a pimp at night so talk shit and I'ma lift 'em up off they toes
Wit' a street sweeper, regulatin' quarters and keys and O's

In tha' two-seater, Ludacris and Twista with tha' bags of 'dro
Smokin', chokin', get em open, croakin'
Its so potent, I'm hopin' to keep on floatin'
I'm soakin' wet and you can bet, people I'm high
I'm seein' lions and tigers and bears, oh my
And I can't hide it or keep it hidden, good riddance I'm feelin' good

I'm weapon concealin', stealin' my neighborhood
Would it, could it, should break a nigga off
They'll see you later, go to tha doctor, hold my balls and
You caught tha vapors and I caught tha' throne
Brain blown, honey I'm home
Give me tha' microphone and fool's is like "Leave me alone"

Throw it up, if you get high, get blowed, get drunk
If you want what I'm on, come on and kick it
Let's ride, smoke 'dro, beat tha' trunk
All tha bad ass bitches that wanna party
Just shake it while players get buck, me and my thugs and hustlers
In tha party get money, fuck hoes, get crunk

Look out I put a little bit of hash as the motherfuckin' purple haze
I feel it all over my body, adrenaline wit' tha Bacardi, got me off fifty
Rippin' shit in a rage, in a navy blue Pelle he 'bout tha belly
Coogie Timbalands steppin' on the pedal up in the Llac truck
Wanna get me for the wood, better get the whole motherfuckin' hood, to
Come and give you some back up, we can get into it if you wanna do it

I'm to get my fluid out at them bodies that wanna come at this, empty
Out fuck wit' yo girl for fuckin' wit' thugs, that'll bury opposites bet it won
On the Twist, represent for my city anybody that differs wit' me got into
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/RmlYThinkin' it's a game and whether you from my city and I talk shit
I'ma kill 'em, especially if he say my name, I bend up on 'em
I handle my business on 'em and stick him up for tha skrilla from K-Tilla

Smokin' on a fat pilla, murder haters at no filla
Niggas came and they wanna bring up a real adobe killa
Ballin' out so hard, tha size of my rims roll
To a hella-fast ice scene
When they don't make 'em no bigger
Im'a flip a drop Vet 2000 and 3 on nineteens

Throw it up, if you get high, get blowed, get drunk
If you want what I'm on, come on and kick it
Let's ride, smoke 'dro, beat tha' trunk
All tha bad ass bitches that wanna party
Just shake it while players get buck, me and my thugs and hustlers
In tha party get money, fuck hoes, get crunk

When ballin' outta control I floss on, flame on, pimp on, a speed demon
Pedal to tha metal when I'm in the zone, hang on, 'cuz him gon'
In the motherfuckin' wind while I'm sippin' on Hen
I got cake while you owe somethin' and I done came a long way
From lettin' these hoes suck, I'm 'bout to roll somethin'
Found a victim I fill him wit' venom plus some adrenaline

Kill 'em and send him to the cemetery, wit' a flow full of
Horror like a poltergiest, he called to Christ, when he saw
How many men I buried, shit and when it come to cheefin' good
Nigga who that? Do that, I got tha sack open
And tha herb got the flow so strong that I might crack tha track
While back-to-back smokin', never come up when the mobs elite

Nigga you ain't untouchable not when I spark the heat
Comin' at you like sharks to meat, the blood start to leak
I can tell when a mark's heart is weak, come at me fully loaded
'Cuz I'm hard to beat, always screamin' where tha drink and tha 'dro at
You know we love that cutta, in the back of tha club
Wit' purple and the black chronic, Twist and Ludacris get fucked up

Throw it up, if you get high, get blowed, get drunk
If you want what I'm on, come on and kick it
Let's ride, smoke 'dro, beat tha' trunk
All tha bad ass bitches that wanna party
Just shake it while players get buck, me and my thugs and hustlers
In tha party get money, fuck hoes, get crunk

Pass me the, let me smoke my

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