Тональность: Bb minor
Verse 1
We the best
Twist, where you at?
C'mere, nigga
Six July
Verse 2
C'mere, yo
Am
Extremely hard to be the
king of a city as dis
A nigga that could twist like this
A nigga that could rip any
shit that he get
Never balk and come with
a metaphor like this
Flow like dis, never broke but flow
for the dough like this
Never been a nigga that you know like dis
Cold like dis, but ah,
Em
Am
it's just me and D- Mo like dis
Verse 3
Am
Respect is a must,
got every nigga in every hood checkin' for us
Never catch us catchin' the bus
Niggas got whips, niggas got loot
Niggas got troops, got guns,
got clips (what)
Next big thing,
iced watch to go with the necklace ring
Iced out to go with the rest, it seems
Em
Am
More or less the more of the best you seen
Verse 4
Big buzz, only rollin' with big thugs
We get in clubs you know
you gettin' ya shit bust
Not too many ducks is goin' against us
If ya don't know now,
you'll know when ya lift up
Rhyme till I can't rhyme no more,
ball till I can't ball no more
Till I'm 5'9" no more,
till the ice can't shine no more
Em
Whichever comes first,
Verse 5
Am
Who the fuck want what?
Who the fuck want what, want what?
Playa, tell me why you hatin'
'Cause you don't want nothin' from
a nigga that'll open you up
You gotta send it back up when we holla
Who the fuck want what?
Who the fuck want what, want what?
Playa, tell me why you hatin'
'Cause you don't want nothin' from
Em
a nigga that'll open you up
Am
You gotta send it back up when we holla
Verse 6
One of a hundred niggas'll hate my shit
Am
Eighty- nine'll bite,
the other ten'll think of comin alike
'Cause my shit when it come to the mic,
99 outta 100'll like
Never disrespect a nigga grippin the TEC,
it's my shit
Put the flow in affect with my clique
Go to the death, flow the best,
Em
Am
my spit, I'm sick, it's my shit
Try to get slick and niggas
is gettin' hit
You don't want that,
do you? It comes back to you
And I ain't even tryna rap to you,
so suck my dick, it's my shit
Verse 7
Am
Too many willin to pin ya in rap Put
a endin to that,
do the math with me
Em
Am
Straight to the lab,
we're sendin you back
F
Keep going, you know that no
Am
one can last wit me
Stay armed with the biggest of arms,
got bitch niggas hittin' alarms
Every rhyme is strictly writtin to harm
This my shit, keep every word of every
verse in position to launch
Never gon' fail,
never got plans of catchin a L
I'mma forever prevail, whatever you yell
It's my world, everything else,
let's go nigga
Verse 8
Am
Who the fuck want what?
Who the fuck want what, want what?
Playa, tell me why you hatin'
'Cause you don't want nothin'
from a nigga that'll open you up
You gotta send it back up when we holla
Who the fuck want what?
Who the fuck want what, want what?
Playa, tell me why you hatin'
'Cause you don't want nothin' from
Em
a nigga that'll open you up
Am
You gotta send it back up
when we holla
Verse 9
Am
Motown, uhh
Chi- town, 5'9"
Em
Twista, let's go, nigga, uhh
Verse 10
who the fuck want
what
Whatchu murderous niggas is ready
to make the deck go up?
I could cause a scene
to make you throw up
Put a bullet in yo' gut,
bat em down and leave the sto' cut
'Cause homie you ain't got no choice ta
Dat why you runnin to a real
rida like Twista, or Roysta
Let the thirty caliber anoint ya
Whodie won't even know he hit till he
Em
feel his shirt suckin the moisture
Verse 11
Am
Voice ya opinion if ya want
to
Kickass winner, kick up dust in the
middle of the arena
Subpoena motherfuckers
like the courts do
We'll blast shortly ya nuts bust
and it won't be a misdemeanor
We them niggas that'll come
approach ya
Shockin' ya body,
our Bacardi keeps all ya nerves from bleedin'
Until we heard no breathin',
two undercovers
Em
We comin', we get the dirty even,
Am
they know it's servin' season
Verse 12
Am
Shit is good as gone, cuz
I gotta bring the goodies home
The petty packin penny brushin
with the pretty pearl handle
Pistol, Pelle Pelle pants and the hoodie on
And you comin with the
Midwest shit?
Remember how we took you,
you trippin' off how we did that shit
Somebody tell me where the weed at
Some niggas knew I was about to
Em
snap so he hid that shit
Verse 13
Am
I was gon' get buck, come hard, get crunk
Go into a thing and let the rhyme ride
And hit them niggas
from the blindside
And take the whole opposition down
with my dog 5'9"
Ceremony for the killas, bustin em off
And comin off so you can
bust yo' nut
Though I'm bout to bust yo' guts
But if yo' operation is hatin',
Em
Am
who the fuck want what?
Verse 14
Am
Who the fuck want what?
Who the fuck want what, want what?
Playa, tell me why you hatin'
'Cause you don't want nothin'
from a nigga that'll open you up
You gotta send it back up when we holla
Who the fuck want what?
Who the fuck want what, want what?
Playa, tell me why you hatin'
'Cause you don't want nothin'
Em
from a nigga that'll open you up
Am
You gotta send it back
up when we holla
Verse 15
Am
Who the fuck want what?
Who the fuck want what, want what?
Playa, tell me why you hatin'
'Cause you don't want nothin' from
a nigga that'll open you up
Em
You gotta send it back up when we holla
Am
Who the fuck want what?
Who the fuck want what, want what?
Playa, tell me why you hatin'
'Cause you don't want nothin'
Em
from a nigga that'll open you up
Am
You gotta send it back up
Outro 1
when we holla
Am
Em
Am
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