Twista - Fastest Rap Song lyrics

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Twista - Fastest Rap Song lyrics

Yeah. runaway statue. Here we gooooo Way 2 strong-bizzy bone-6 sec Pumplike what pump like what pump/ And so you follow me for triple Dollar bill what's your salary come roll with the Bone and Gain control/ Got you runnin' with a chance to be the k**er with the federal general's on a mission it's to Win and f** em all The righteous ones-bizzy bone-18 sec Seen my mama? Hey, remember me baby? I bought a Mercedes, a crib for my babies And lately got him running from Lady d**h, still I'm shady Okay they say he schizophrenic and crazy Back in the 80's tryna get up out the foster homes in dreams a teen And now my mama lets me down She wouldn't pick up the phone I'll make it all on my own But that's a whole other song and y'all don't leave it alone! I save then baby, c'mon! Murderous, somebody noticed when I strike through the k**ing fields, dead! T-Rock done got shot got a Glock for the n***a ar-tillery shop Drop when the n***a pop and the party dont stop till they call the cops! Body Rott-bizzy bone-39 sec Yeah n***a we heard about all of the murders look what they did to Tyrone Flippin' the flow then let it burn What if the pistols and police stay strong for the Bone b**h, you f**in' with all of the black cat feet And in 1999 when ya meet up in Egypt Bet it be no peace to release the beats Settle with the streets and get em all peace Get up and at least we don't take defeat b**h never retreat n***a lose your arms Better use your feet Battlezone-bizzy bone-55 sec Come on (come on) One,two look at the tally they drew my picture with Bob Marley They probably wanna k** me will i die in 1999 smoking phillies Bizzy the kid was bustin in the ceilin in my big claim Kickin on somethig and dig this Got to feel it catch and don't let go Wretched in a fro Bone watchin for the po,po Roll over then pull it got my bullet in my fo,fo I gotta stand it's turnin to a jungle (green bay) Comin out a 4-door benz and I spend a lot for show No no don't spend a lot contend with a men Lookin at my watch lke a meal of ticket Arrest the block they couldn't pin it better send it For the cops absorb you soul of course Praise to the pharoah Murder mo,curly I heard it lower and return it burn When our n***as still shermed out Court's adjourned!,court's adjouned! Rest and burn! Heated Heavy-krayzie bone-1 min 26 sec Runnin' with the AK-47/ Buckin', heated heavy, bustin' n***as in the belly/ Then I follow with the .357 and then the automatic Tech'll get 'em/ n***as love the way I wet 'em when I get up in 'em Hit 'em, and I really meant to split 'em/ Put these n***as on they a** like a Overdose of penicillin Murda, n***a wanna pack a pistol wit it/ We got a coffin that'll fit you in it/ The bullets come with it Heard a n***a 'posed to be on the stalk/ So now we takin' caution when we walk/ A lot of n***as can Talk, they better not be actin' One Day-layzie bone-1 min 42 sec I been on a mission since i can remember Runnin this race on a chase for paper Eludin the law and dodgin these haters Hoping the wicked a** streets dont take us Everyday hustlin grindin strugglin to climb to the top of the pile Since 89 i been down for mine im in too deep and there ain't no stoppin me now My mission for bein a baller was deeply rooted in the blood Had no choice but to become a thug as outspoken as i was I was 14 out here servin havin what i thought was the time of my life Little did i know around the corner id have alot of lonely nights In my cell tossin and turnin mad at the world for all the wrong reasons And my demons wasn't leavin till i really got to know Stephen Heated Heavy-krayzie bone-2 min 6 sec Runnin' with the AK-47 buckin', heated heavy/ n***a love the way I wet 'em when I get up in 'em(x3) Yeah, stackin' the artillery shop/ Then get the enemy and f** up the cops/ This sh**'ll k** 'em on the Spot/ Throw 'em in the lake/ Right off of the rocks and get the f** away/ Don't Get caught You better hurry, n***a/ G-O for what you N-O/ So ho, come on/ n***a, wanna see If it's real We got promos/ Stack 'em and tag 'em with the 44 magnum Krayzie Freestyle-krayzie bone-2 min 27 sec ??????????????????????????????????????????????????? Player Hater-layzie bone-2 min 50 sec You got the clout You got the clout So much clout, Mo Thug is what it's all about And I'm livin' in a nation of abomination Suppress the playa hatin' on a mission 'til the million see me s**a situation, should I be personally waitin' for These party poopin' fakin' muthaf**as mistakin'? Play me like I'm loose, when ya need to get your sh** right Cause I got my sh** tight f**in' with a n***a a thousand proof And I'm raisin' the roof when I'm startin' this fistfight Set it off, that's me, O T-H-U-G, original thug From the C-town, outlaw squad You n***as can't touch me with a ten-foot rod (rod) Two Glocks(u-neeks remix)-flesh bone-3 min 14 sec ba*tards blast it we sons of a**asin mashin' collectin more cash that's true And I'm gunnin the n***as said all my babies get a million strikin' with a Wicked hit em with a venomous blow I call all my mighty y'all can joke gonna Surround my soul but go with the calico yo we the tightest you know Mo the Mighty yeah Trues Humbly United my family never divided Desperado Thugline Mo Thug Millenium Seventh Signs for the F.B.I. you wanna come test my enterprise b**h you better go think twice and open up your muthaf**in eyes these n***as Can't f** with the Fifth Dawg when I parlay everyday stormin your way you Better lay low so you might just duck when I bust this gauge you see my n***as Tha points 3 min 54 sec -Layzie Bone- Puttin yo' sh** to the pave Hittin' dem mean witta guage Me Lil' Lay wit' Rip, Kray, Str8 Gotta blaze dem a's And neva to taste Bone Me deadly thugstaz, thuggish ruggish Neva to take no losses Put 'em all in a coffin Get dearly departed Betta off there -Wish Bone- Relivin' the psychopath And down with tha buckin' blast, and takin' my chance Cause when you get near my Sawed Off Who gon' be rest, to pa** the blast Cause if ya thinkin' of kickin' these Ya best be packin' yo' sit to b's That it makes a difference I'm movin' yo' a** with tha quickness -Krayzie Bone- Now Krayzie Bone is rip (buck, buck, buck) f**in' once It ain't a n***a to pick up a pen to be rippin' tha skin to send it down to the Mac 10 There's neva anotha to cova tha brotha I smotha tha s**a and move undercover Be leavin dem n***as as they go and take cova, but threwin, and doin a second murda -Bizzy Bone- Tha street sweepa Would it make or break cause me pullin' outta yo pot, which shot Puttin' tha bullets just where ya touch and ummm Whippedy tet, tet, tet, tet, tet with tha bo, bo, bo deppedy dup Betta be yo set up, wet up, get 'um on the get uo, Bone won't let ya Flow motion-krayzie bone-4 min 38 sec Well it's the n***a the n***a the n***a the once again And n***as they pick up the pen and they try to contend But see all that they win is that MAC-10 It's blastin', pick up my gun And you'r running now from the a**a**in Pumpin' the clip and you askin' "Who in the f** is that masked man?" The n***a thats pulled the trigga 'its Cause I'm slimmer they figured they bigger But when you can see the real k**er is peelin' your cap n***a that's runnin' the pack They step so pack the gat, tossin' ya life I proceed with the murders, servin' off in a coffin You're f**ed, because your n***as They heard that I buck So don't think you'll win when I got my steel And I'm feelin it, when you feelin' a pain Well, like I'm insane And know I can throw the gauge if you complain There's never another to go with a brother While smutherin' s**ers been goin' undercover We leave 'em in gutters, ain't going to get caught But who was the s**a that's squealed on a murder? Well, 187 The weapon is kept and ya step and get learned a lesson I grab my Smith & Wesson For punks that run to test And so punks get ready to drop Cause I'm on a roll and you'll get smoked And I'm kickin a gangsta twist Let's keep 'em moving in flow motion Mista Tongue Twista-Twista-5 min 16 sec Let the Cavalier Tung kiss ya, it's the Mista Tung Twista Pumpin a rhythm, a lyrical styler My tongue'll be flingin a funky pile of Lyrical rhymes that's breakin em off in the mind, I be flowin em holy, I'm Kickin the funky Islam, my lyricals slippin em like petroleum, slowly I'm Pumpin the flow of the lyric, I'm breakin em off with the radical texture I'm one brother you could never get next ta Flex your style, I'm gonna give em a lyrical pump of the rhythm of Cav And crackin em up with the word of the wise I be bringin em up in the flow of the funky dialect I elect a flow for s**ers that try a wreck I spark the light of a head and be wakin em up and then cause a fly effect I insist ya lay with the path of my rhythm and follow me like a scripture Flowin this from my lung, a tongue twister Mista, my style'll be makin a dent and be leavin the tracks bent Steppin is the lyrical white gent, my english accent Breakin em up and then makin em take in the smell of my funk I be kickin up in em And then I'mma give em a lick of my lyrical lollypop, I'm gonna bring em into my doctrine Rock, then the rhythm'll makin the clock spin blackwards The funk of the rhythm'll snap, crackle and pop, then flow, oh I'm makin em follow the path of a God and my track'll be blacker than Cocoa This lyric I'm makin is dope, don't call it so-so Don't dis the Tung Twista Leavin the s**ers soft as a whisper, Tung kiss ya like a sister Then I'mma let it be known that it's the way that I throw That's makin the funk of the lyrical glow And how I tell it, yo Cav is kickin a funkedelic flow, and oh, my fist'll Swing at the rhythm of s**ers, then I'm gonna give em a Tung blister It's the Mista Tung Twista From The Tip Of My Tongue-Twista-6 min 13 sec Droppin a flow like this be breakin the s**ers And rippin the rhythm and showin I'm bringin the feel of my tongue And be makin em manifest that I be rockin the young Flowin this style I be singin and bringin It's breakin the people and go in the mind of a teen Be makin em hear it and manifest up in him that I'm a star to become Quick the lyrical style I'mma kick You better catch the rhythm of it Cause hip-hop is becomin complicated, never be left hung Bringin a style like this kinda quick and crisp A lyrical twist be comin from Chi-Town I know that hip-hoppers all over will be stung (How was the rhyme brung?) From the tip of my tung [6x] (How was the rhyme brung?) From among the tip of my tung Rock the style of my second verse like that of my first Be showin the hip-hop hypes my types of flowin, but not the best of T From an imagination this was took, a mental crook Stirring this up like a chef or cook I hear them say give me the recipe Breakin this off in the fashion of an erection of an adventurous style That I'mma use to just confuse and smart people then go dumb You say me style be wack cause y'all can't manifest what I be sayin Think I'm a lyrical midget, watch me then say fee-fi-fo-fum