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(feat. Twista, Ms. Toi) [Twista] Yo check it out It's the Twista in the house Representin K-Town, Westside of Chi No lie You know how we do it, Mobstability style Adrenaline rushin, suckers facin the repercussion I'ma set it off like this though, check it out You just a bitch in disguise I hear cries, cause you can't whistle for your guys Surprised when you saw these pistols in yo' eyes Show no fear like mere mortals cause I shoot bloody portals, through motherfuckers orals Niggaz dyin, causin horrifyin pictorals My passion for blastin made me an assassin on all other meat shift workers who's purpose is to serve ?? til they clientele hurtin Murders got em nervous, I pull my weed and gun out Blast until they run in the house while I got the blunt in my mouth Yo Mob blast, I'ma defeat you, run 3-2-1 Contact Cognac, get me shot with a black gat itchin to bomb back Hoes can't get no sleep when I sent yo' chief for the greenbacks you bring us Letras de cancionesShots hit his vest as he grabbed his chest as I watch him bleed through his fingers, now come one come all but if all come, all fall, fuck y'all, we raw dogs that'll come gunnin, niggaz runnin like they soldiers In the heat of the night if you lookin for static to start up Guards up, or bring them straps and come ready to mob up [?] My motto is I'ma live my life fuck the slow and puffin herb Gettin boss ?, while my money's doublin on the curb So fuck a job, I'm bustin stains and my idol's Kane In school I maintained, but at night I was shakin brown brains Alluminum foil, servin before it's spoils I got yay on the boil and my inner circle is loyal and critically acclaimed in the category of gangbang Constantly showered in black rain, as we bring the pain [Twista] You done crossed our inner circle - now I'm fin' to hurt you cause the Mob peeped all of your loopholes Let the trigger work you Bust all of you bitches, and all of you hoes When the blunt come, stunts better run shit Look what a thug sprung See what drugs done? When I hug the gun it make murder for my loved ones Thought you was down to die but you been found a lie, so fuck you Can't trust you, gotta bust you Plus you nigga can't get licks in hustle Try to flex your muscle but my criteria overcomes your strategies Try to make a Mob patter please I can rat on you and ? an amount of G's Musta had a lot of bud in him I can barely bludgeon him, whip out all the stud in him But I ain't even stunnin him Then again he's gone, so I just put a slug in him Dug in him dead and I'm headin then hoes off at the pass Open up a can of kick ass Toi aren't we loyal, G's out quick fast [Ms. Toi] Yo, it's that, West Coast diva from the Chi That keepin that P, in the pimpin, so let's fly to, ??, over here today, to lay down the funk me and Twista display Can you even comprehend this ghetto feel I got my own type of slang and I keep my shit so real So hold your sack, nigga so you can get back It ain't a damn thing I lack, I kicks all of the facts So artifacts, and you artifical game players It's Ms. Toi with The Union and we straight slay ya You haters can't even, try to trip with this, respect the Ms. It's all about that swiftest, Ms. represents and me, in Cali, I hit that Richter scale Focus to be mobbin with the tightest females But oh well, oh well, if that shit don't go down from Inglewood to Chi-Town Momma Militia and Twista straight clip ya It's me, slicin the necks of MC's with my homey Twista in the Windy City It's me, slicin the necks of MC's with my homey Twista in the Windy City Yeah From Letras Mania