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TWISTA lyrics : "The Come Up"

[Twista:]
Let me take you to the wicked wicked Westside
Where them ^!$$%z 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 killa 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 gangbang
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 %#@! 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 killers come up - in Houston

Let me see all of my (*##$es come up - in A-T-L
Let me see all of my ^!$$%z come up - M-I-A


[Twista:]
Now let me take you to the mother$#&@in Southside
City of the chrome, get shot up for standin outside

Don't talk no %#@! or you can end up on primetime
My ^!$$% Ty Nitti be holdin down the nine-nine
That's where the thugs lurks

I done been out there and seen them ^!$$%z put in bloodwork

When I'm in the 100's you can always smell the scent of purple

These ^!$$%z always gettin money in they inner circle
$#&@ 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~!"
(*##$-ass mother$#&@ers; 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 mother$#&@in 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, ^!$$%z serve in pissy hallways

Can't say %#@! cause they be gettin money all day

Mercedes parked out front, chillin with a hat @@#!ed to the left

In the ride with the glock @@#!ed 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 %#@!

For all the real ^!$$%z and (*##$es to ride to
Not none of that ol' lame-ass, metaphoric-ass ol' goofy %#@!~!
This some of that real %#@!, that Chi-Town %#@!
That gangster %#@!, fool!
Twista (*##$...

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