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001
002 [Chorus: Twista]
003 And we gone stay hustling on the block until we caught
004 And we gone stay showing off that jewelry that we bought
005 And we gone stay heated in case it's in and out of court
006 'Cause we some gangstas, I don't know what the fuck you thought
007
008 [Verse One: Ludacris]
009 Sometimes I think that I gotta see a little bit of brighter days
010 'Cause I confine myself to a city near you in a solid cage
011 And you could look to the left and the right, but I'm trapped on center stage
012 And I could rap to the beat, but I don't know how to change my wage
013 I still hear a pull and I track 'em, and strack 'em, and whack 'em
014 Jack a nigga for the day to days and I yak 'em, attack 'em, and sack 'em
015 Get a weapon and I crack his brain 'cause I'm hustler, baller, pro
016 And it wouldn't be right for me to be around busters, and crawlers, and hoes
017 But I'm a pimp at night so talk shit and I'm gonna lift 'em up off of their toes
018 With a street sweeper regulating quarters, and ki's, and o's
019 In the two seater, Ludacris and Twista with bags of 'dro
020 Smoking and choking, get 'em up and croaking
021 It's so potent, I'm hoping to keep on floating
022 Soaking wet and you can bet, people I'm high
023 I'm seeing lions, and tigers and bears - oh my!
024 And I can't hide it and keep it hidden, good riddance of feeling good
025 I'm weapon-concealing, stealing my neighborhood
026 Would, could, and should break a nigga off
027 They'll see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls and (cough)
028 Because the vapors and I caught the drawn, brain blown, honey I'm home
029 Give me the microphone, and fools is like, "leave me alone!"
030
031 [Chorus]
032
033 [Verse Two: Twista]
034 Throw it up if you get high, get blowed, get drunk
035 If you on what I'm on come on and kick it, let's ride, smoke 'dro, beat the trunk
036 All the bad ass bitches that want to party, just shake it, great players get pumped
037 Me and my thugs and hustlers in the party, get money, fuck hoes, get crunk
038 (Look out) Put a little bit of hash and some motherfucking purple haze
039 I feel it all over my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi
040 got me up and then ripping shit in a rage
041 In the netti confetti with a belly, gucci
042 Timberland stepping on the pedal up in the 'lac truck
043 Want to get me for the wood
044 Better get the whole motherfucking 'hood to come and give you some back up
045 We can get into it and if you want to do it
046 I'm leaking the fluids out of the bodies that want to come at this
047 If they ever got some blood for fucking with thugs that I bury
048 My adversaries better not want none of Twis'
049 Represent for the city, anybody that different with me
050 got into thinking its a game
051 And whether you in my city and I talk shit
052 I'm going to kill him, especially if he say my name
053 I've been known to handle my business
054 Or I'm gonna stick him up for the scrilla, from K-Tilla, smoking on a fat pilla
055 Murder haters that I'm full of
056 Niggaz claiming they wanna bring a baretta they'll be killas
057 Balling out so hard the size of my rims grows to a hellafied sight-scene
058 When the dough become no bigger, I'm gonna still drop that 2003
059 (Throw it up if you...)
060
061 [Chorus] - 2X
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