Twista - The Come Up lyrics

(Twista) Let me take you to the wicked wicked Westside Where them n***az carry chrome and the best die Where we push up in the corners that we fight for City from the shores breeds gangsters and Vice Lords Bustin pistols while we runnin from the five-oh Hit the adversaries up because we drive slow Oh I'm a k**a mayne, standin on these corners Hustlin for my denim mayne, and if you try to move Soon as I hear one shot I'ma let the tec and desert eagle ride non-stop If I have to I'll commit a murder just to maintain Tell me what you thought I'm from a city where they g**n And I got that thang thang Get it however you want it cop a fo' and then split Hustle hard and work your way up 'til you holdin a brick Cop an ounce of this 'dro I got the flyest sh** in town Bet you within a week you'll be able to get a pound Go ahead and drop you can whip on 24's to get around Gettin paper make me feel like... {la-da-da-dahhh-deeeee} (Chorus) Let me see all of my gangsters come up - in Chi-Town Let me see all of my hustlers come up - in Brooklyn Let me see all of my riders come up - in the Bay Let me see all of my k**ers come up - in Houston Let me see all of my b**hes come up - in A-T-L Let me see all of my n***az come up - M-I-A (Twista) Now let me take you to the motherf**kin Southside City of Capone, get shot up for standin outside Don't talk no sh** or you can end up on primetime My n***a Ty Nitti be holdin down the nine-nine That's where the thugs lurks I done been out there and seen them n***az put in bloodwork When I'm in the 100's you can always smell the scent of purple These n***az always gettin money in they inner circle F**k with 'em they fin' to hurt you; gotta get they cash on Necessary evil they quick to put the mask on Then they gotta put the mash on; steady bustin at each other I take a tool and bust my strap and scream out "Free my brother~!" b**h-a** motherf**kers; I'm about to break 'em out If they hit me before they get me I'ma take 'em out If we successful we gon' smoke a blunt and cruise home Introduce him to his new Charger with no shoes on 'Til the haters move on Fin' to set up shop now, gotsta hold the block down Gettin paper make me feel like... {la-da-da-dahhh-deeeee} (Chorus) (Twista) Now let me take you to the motherf**kin projects Where the true thugs, and the elite members of the mob at Know somebody; better call them out or try to tell them later When they tell you "Where you from" when they catch you on the elevator The fiends lurkin, n***az serve in pissy hallways Can't say sh** cause they be gettin money all day Mercedes parked out front, chillin with a hat co*ked to the left In the ride with the glock co*ked smokin a blunt 300Z with the Lamborghini do's and some hoes with a big ol' project booty And the beat kinda hot but the cops wanna come To hold the work he got that duty So they can't do nothin to me Seventh flo' with the 'dro now, nineteenth flo' by the rocks now Gettin paper make me feel like... {la-da-da-dahhh-deeeee} (Chorus) (Twista) Yeah, some oh-six sh** For all the real n***az and b**hes to ride to Not none of that ol' lame-a**, metaphoric-a** ol' goofy sh**~! This some of that real sh**, that Chi-Town sh** That gangster sh**, fool! Twista b**h...