3 Minute Murder – Twista
[Twista talking:]
Uh, Uh, Ya’ll already know what it is
N_ggaz talkin bout Twista this Twista that
all I know is Twista rap I spit n_gga, f_ck ya’ll, check it out
[Twista rhyming:]
Twis’ got skill Yes I kill
I could ride on they ass like Buffalo Bill
I be winnin in the game like them n_ggas in the south
if a n_gga talkin sh_t I’m quick to hit em in the mouth
Them lyrics that’s the sh_t I be equipped to spit em out
and Imma make a n_gga sick cause I got venom in the mouth
Antonyms and synonyms are spinnin him out of his route
and I got bricks of money b_tch and I can’t fit em in the couch
Kill em with the ride paints hard with the deep dish
Kill em wit syllables quick wit 8 bars in a sequence
I am the bidness I gotta charge you to peep this
N_ggaz can’t see me I’m ray Charles or a eclipse
Stevie in the blackout see me with the Mack out
Twista gon get money like a GD in a crack house
When it come to flows Imma spit em like they cold
When it come to n_ggaz heads Imma split it like a pole
Take away they swag and sh_t on they cocky style
cuz my lyrics be too quick they call me Twista Pacquiao
come solo wit my k-olo when you see my logo come take my photo when I’m on promo
N_ggas wanna get me they better pick a new regimen
sh_t too sick B somebody better go get you medicine
Not bringin up Twista I’m makin the issue relevant
balls bigger than mine betta go get 2 elephants
I be getting grimy but you and yo click too elegant
beat yo face up til yo jaw tissue look like a pelican
I be steady whoopin yo ass just fo the hell of it
can’t nobody f_ck wit me the planet is celibate
I kick a hot flow, get it like Harpo
brief when I rhyme teeth shine like a car show
Wit a thick b_tch, go head check out my cargo
you know one gon be wit me wherever my car go
Where yo baby at where yo white Mercedes
at ill let u borrow the Bentley as long as you bring it back
Here, a couple stacks, you ain’t gotta pay me back
me and yo boss kick it and he know where the ladies at
Whether we comin and killin and murderin cause I beat down the block
or because I’m like лthrow ya hands up’ cause it’s hip hop
I’d rather be rappin about the streets and makin a quick pot
but it’s time to do something so the shorties don’t get popped
Meanwhile back to the lab I got the desert eagle
come on yo muthaf_ckin tip and kill a lot of people
Throw up on a priest let him know I ain’t no reverend
either dat I go where the f_ck I want I’m up in heaven evil
U ain’t gotta tell me I know I spit bars sick
e-mail, anthrax, flows kick arsenic
G-up genie and throw it up I’m car sick
cut raw dope deez n_gga cut garbage
Lethargic give a b_tch hard d_ck see my n_ggaz and I say salute like a sergeant
Can’t lie I’m one of the coldest artists so I wouldn’t have yo b_tch up in my apartment
So I be passin out f_ck you flyers da fakers and heaters and then f_ck liars
If yo’ sh_t ain’t one been one minded the swine flu h1n1 virus
Am I like Jason no I’m more like Michael Myers
I am the sh_t I need to wear diapers
When I spit it sometimes I’m all to philosophical
blame it on the Don Julio and killer tropical
Twista got more swag than a rich sissy
but don’t get prissy muthaf_ckas can get grilly
Imma balla and a boss and yes I’m finna get paid
takin flames to the head like I’m Nicolas Cage
I ghost ride the whip I’m finna get laid
any n_ggaz dat try to get me is finna get sprayed
One day it’s possible dat I’m finna get saved
but for now I be getting money I’m finna get paid muthaf_cka
F_cka.. ..f_cka.. .. f_cka.. ..f_cka
