twista - block music lyrics
[twista]
i’m sick and tired of the p-ssy sh-t
hoe–ss n-gg-z i hear rappin, they must be p-ssy-whipped
what happened to that beanie sigel fully sh-t?
no more sweet-talkin, i wanna hear about the fully clip
what they bust from a pistol grippin through suckin a tissue
but they ain’t crushin a sickle, don’t you be trustin ’em wit’chu
homie f-ck what’s the issue, they will go nuts when i diss you
crazy for once in my nickels so bring a customer wit’chu
hit him with the back of the pistol and knock him unconscious
my rappin’ll get you, i’m snappin, i’m a monster and i’m as
psycho as they get, i’m the sh-t, don’t get hit with the burners
i’m heartless, i’m dark as [?] is the difference for murder
plenty riches i earn as the best and the bosses know it
so much paper in the room i’m becomin claustrophobic
get my message out to the thugs as if i talked to moses
score on these n-gg-z every time i see moss is open…
[chorus: liffy stokes]
yeah, this for my n-gg-z on the grind (on the grind)
when n-gg-z out there on the deck that’s doin time (doin time)
c-ck mine, don’t be scared even[?] to use it
cause they’re broke, startin the gang-bang music
block music (block music)
this the sh-t that you play when you get into it
block music (block music) block music (block music)
bust your sh-t off n-gg- while i lose it
to this block music (block music) block music (block music)
[skooda chose]
k-town westside n-gg-, that’s where the hood at
gang-bang straight block music, that’s what i’m good at
as soon as skood’ snap with a track
i burn it down this mantle to wax
it’s textbook, example of crack
it’s a gangsta party, weed chasers, a block, three haters
b-tch fast cars, a hand of gorillas, speed racer
no nascar for that green paper
i blast the glocks to your team later
don’t ask why i holla back, scr-p holocaust, n-gg- i’m a boss
cause that dead man pick-up flow, try me come across
i catch you late night, johnny carson – y’all n-gg-z probably vomit
i live life sinatra in vegas, armani garments
mob cars, makin moves or make some odd cars[?]
run to your little hotel room discharge five
but n-gg-z pop with they ribs turnin
just like on the block like they crib burnin
i do it for y’all…
[chorus]
[b-hype]
yeah, i put you n-gg-z in a cemetery
and i’m delusional, don’t know how many men i bury
i got a nina, now you know that b-tch i gotta carry
but i’ma box you n-gg-z, sh-t i ain’t never scary
don’t get it twisted my n-gg-, don’t let the size fool ya
a swift kick up yo’ -ss is what i’d do to ya
b-hype a menace, i’ll finish you with no evidence
gettin caught up in that bullsh-t is irrelevant
i’m too grown for my stakes, and these b-tches i break
cause i’m a f-ckin snake, f-ck you n-gg- go and hate
sh-t i’m a time bomb, that’s why i stay armed
and i smoke that backwood to keep my nerves calm
look for my right arm, it’s bringin much heat
and i’m a certified gangsta n-gg- in the streets
i’m a monster elite, i got them hood figures
and i’m comin real wit it, it’s for the block n-gg-!
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