[Chorus：Twista] Yeah, you don't really wanna do it If we ever got some drama you don't wanna get into it cause I got people (I got people) [4X] Yeah, you don't wanna act tough I ain't even gotta be there homie, I can get you touched cause I got people (I got people) [4X]
[Twista] Uh, now I think I done bought enough Motherfuckers told me they don't wanna hear me soften up So I leave an inscription on the competition that be talkin tough with a constant description about how much blood a nigga coughin up Here open the coffin up, I gotta make sure the casket closed I thought that the nigga would run, they said when I got him the bastard froze You wan' see my name, as soon as you heard of it look at the murderous articles So diabolical that I won't bother you, I get a nigga to follow you And you can't get away cause the shorties got the Hemi on 'em And when they pull up on 'em they gon' up the semi on 'em And lock a steel, walk the streets, ain't gotta run from swali[?] I got '80s babies to touch you, I am Uncle Ollie[?] Twista Cartagena, Carl Corleone If I say he gon' be gone then he gon' be gone If I tell 'em that it's on then it's gon' be on Have everybody say 'I don't know what the big homie on!'
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[Liffy Stokes (Twista)] Yeah, I got people, I got soldiers I got niggaz that'll knock ya head up off ya shoulder For a blunt or two - homie look at you Get your mind right and see me in a month or two You ain't ready for a nigga like me I get up close on you nigga live in 3D With the silencer and slip it under my trenchcoat Or I can hide in the back seat and slit a bitch throat I get you poked, I ain't gotta pay big notes My shorties do murders and they be like, 'What they hid fo'?' They call me Lif' Stokes, I take hits and tokes Go for it, I roll it up with four Lords and six Folks Now I know you like, 'What you open up yo' lips fo'?' They got 30-calibers in the back with they shit broke Now I'm the man for the summer, ain't no equals (Liffy how you take over the block?) I got people