Настроить

featuring Twista, Ms. Toi 

[Twista] 
Yo check it out 
It's the Twista in the house 
Representin K-Town, Westside of Chi 
No lie 
You know how we do it, Mobstability style 
Adrenaline rushin, suckers facin the repercussion 
I'ma set it off like this though, check it out 

You just a bitch in disguise 
I hear cries, cause you can't whistle for your guys 
Surprised when you saw these pistols in yo' eyes 
Show no fear like mere mortals 
cause I shoot bloody portals, through motherfuckers orals 
Niggaz dyin, causin horrifyin pictorals 
My passion for blastin made me an assassin 
on all other meat shift workers 
who's purpose is to serve ?? til they clientele hurtin 
Murders got em nervous, I pull my weed and gun out 
Blast until they run in the house while I got the blunt in my mouth 
Yo Mob blast, I'ma defeat you, run 3-2-1 Contact 
Cognac, get me shot with a black gat itchin to bomb back 
Hoes can't get no sleep when I sent yo' chief 
for the greenbacks you bring us 
Shots hit his vest as he grabbed his chest 
as I watch him bleed through his fingers, now come one come all 
but if all come, all fall, fuck y'all, we raw dogs 
that'll come gunnin, niggaz runnin like they soldiers 
In the heat of the night if you lookin for static to start up 
Guards up, or bring them straps and come ready to mob up 

[?] 
My motto is I'ma live my life fuck the slow and puffin herb 
Gettin boss ?, while my money's doublin on the curb 
So fuck a job, I'm bustin stains and my idol's Kane 
In school I maintained, but at night I was shakin brown brains 
Alluminum foil, servin before it's spoils 
I got yay on the boil and my inner circle is loyal 
and critically acclaimed in the category of gangbang 
Constantly showered in black rain, as we bring the pain 

[Twista] 
You done crossed our inner circle - now I'm fin' to hurt you 
cause the Mob peeped all of your loopholes 
Let the trigger work you 
Bust all of you bitches, and all of you hoes 
When the blunt come, stunts better run shit 
Look what a thug sprung 
See what drugs done? 
When I hug the gun it make murder for my loved ones 
Thought you was down to die but you been found a lie, so fuck you 
Can't trust you, gotta bust you 
Plus you nigga can't get licks in hustle 
Try to flex your muscle but my criteria overcomes your strategies 
Try to make a Mob patter please 
I can rat on you and ? an amount of G's 
Musta had a lot of bud in him 
I can barely bludgeon him, whip out all the stud in him 
But I ain't even stunnin him 
Then again he's gone, so I just put a slug in him 
Dug in him dead and I'm headin then hoes off at the pass 
Open up a can of kick ass 
Toi aren't we loyal, G's out quick fast 

[Ms. Toi] 
Yo, it's that, West Coast diva from the Chi 
That keepin that P, in the pimpin, so let's fly 
to, ??, over here today, to lay down the 
funk me and Twista display 
Can you even comprehend this ghetto feel 
I got my own type of slang and I keep my shit so real 
So hold your sack, nigga so you can get back 
It ain't a damn thing I lack, I kicks all of the facts 
So artifacts, and you artifical game players 
It's Ms. Toi with The Union and we straight slay ya 
You haters can't even, try to trip with this, respect the Ms. 
It's all about that swiftest, Ms. represents 
and me, in Cali, I hit that Richter scale 
Focus to be mobbin with the tightest females 
But oh well, oh well, if that shit don't go down 
from Inglewood to Chi-Town 
Momma Militia and Twista straight clip ya 
It's me, slicin the necks of MC's 
with my homey Twista in the Windy City 
It's me, slicin the necks of MC's 
with my homey Twista in the Windy City 
Yeah

Видео-клип к песне Chitown's Finest

Размести это видео у себя на сайте:

Код видео
скопирован в буфер