cars – let’s go lyrics
[royce da 5’9″]
huh? we the best, twist’ you at n-gg- c’mere sift ya lye… c’mere extremely hard to be the king of a city it’s dis a n-gg- that could twist like this a n-gg- that could rip any sh-t 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 n-gg- that you know like dis cold like dis, but ah, it’s just me and d-mo like dis respect is a must, got every n-gg- in every hood checkin’ for us never catch us catchin’ the bus n-gg-z got whips, n-gg-z got loot, n-gg-z 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 more or less the more of the best you seen big buzz, only rollin’ with big thugs we get in clubs you know you gettin’ ya sh-t bust not too many ducks is goin’ against us if ya don’t know now, you’ll know when ya lift up rhyme ’til i can’t rhyme no more, ball ’til i can’t ball no more ’til i’m 5’9″ no more, ’til the ice can’t shine no more which ever comes first, let’s go n-gg-
[hook]
who the f-ck want what?! who the f-ck want what, want what?!
[twista]
playa tell me why you hatin’, cuz you the one take that from a n-gg- that’ll open you up
[twista]
you gotta send the deck up when we holla -repeat-
[royce da 5’9″]
one of a hundred n-gg-z’ll hate my sh-t eighty-nine’ll bite, the other ten’ll think of comin’ alike cuz my sh-t when it come to the mic, 99 outta 100’ll like never disrespect a n-gg- grippin’ the tec, it’s my sh-t put the flow in affect with my clique go to the death, flow the best, my spit – i’m sick, it’s my sh-t try to get slick and n-gg-z 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 d-ck, it’s my sh-t too many willin’ to pin ya in rap put a endin’ to that, do the math with me straight to the lab, we’re sendin’ you back keep goin’, you know that no one can last wit me stay armed with the biggest of arms, got b-tch-n-gg-z hittin’ alarms every rhyme is strictly written to harm this my sh-t, keep every word of every verse in position to launch never gone fail, never got plans of catchin’ a l i’ma forever prevail, whatever you yell it’s my world, everything else, c’mon n-gg-
[hook]
who the f-ck want what?! who the f-ck want what, want what?!
[twista]
playa tell me why you hatin’, cuz you the one take that from a n-gg- that’ll open you up
[twista]
you gotta send the deck up when we holla -repeat-
[-pause-]
[royce talkin’ -beat slowly returnin’-]
motown, uhh… chi-town…5’9… twista, let’s go n-gg- uhh
[twista]
tell me who the f-ck want what whatchu murderous n-gg-z 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 cuz homie you ain’t got no choice ta, dat why you runnin’ to a real rida like twista, or roysta let the thirty caliber annoint ya whodie won’t even know he hit ’til he feel his shirt suckin’ the moisture voice ya opinion it ya want to kick–ss winner, kick up dust in the middle of the arena subpeona m-th-f-ckaz like the courts do we’ll blast shortly ya nuts bust and it won’t be a misdemeanor we them n-gg-z that’ll come approach ya shockin’ ya body our bacardi keeps all ya nerves from bleedin’ until we heard no breathin’ – two undercovers, we comin’ we get the dirty even; they know it’s servin’ season sh-t 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 sh-t? remember how we took you, you trippin’ off how we did that sh-t somebody tell me where the weed at some n-gg-z knew i was about to snap so he hid that sh-t i was gone get buck – come hard – get crunk go into a thing and let the rhyme ride, and hit them n-gg-z from the blindside and take the whole opposition down with my dog 5’9 ceremony for the killaz, 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’, who the f-ck want what?
[hook]
who the f-ck want what?! who the f-ck want what, want what?!
[twista]
playa tell me why you hatin’, cuz you the one take that from a n-gg- that’ll open you up
[twista]
you gotta send the deck up when we holla -repeat x4- -beat continues then fades out-
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