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