Dj Khaled - Destroy You lyrics

(This is, this is, this is Yeah.. yeah, uh-huh, uh uh, c'mon) [Intro: Krayzie Bone] Yeah check it out y'all, it's them Bone Thug n***az In the house with that n***a Twista, DJ Khaled Duece-double-oh-six, we 'bout to do it like this - yo [Chorus 2X: Krayzie Bone] Just like that 9-millimeter comin to heat ya n***a we come straight for ya, out to destroy ya They better believe as soon as they creep up n***az gon' see how my tongue k** just like my gun, gun [Twista] Twista spit it for hustlers, Twista spit it for hoes But I'm 'bout servin these haters like I'm servin that 'dro Spit for my gangstas and k**ers that'll put one in yo' dome Spit it for my ballers and thugs that's addicted to chrome Either rims or the thumper, now you ain't gotta wonder What a Twista and here I go and never on drama With purple 'bout a pound, and my truck I pound the sounds And my 24's got blades on them that spin round and round Back on the scene now, and I'm always seen high Still flow motion overdosin, smokin on green now When I'm on them Jordans, 20's look like 17's now Sportin throwback Jordans from when I was 17 now Still I'm steady (Po' Pimpin), still spinnin and hustlin Still (Adrenaline Rushin) like when the pendulum's cuttin Album comin out soon, but I already had props Pullin Benz's up on the block before I met yo' pop [Chorus] [Twista] The Twista, playa balla, slash pimp MC Straight from Chi-Tizzle my nizzle, never gon' get rid of me On some (this is, this is) and they call us C.M.T. When they drop on how pop on about how it's so fly bein me With a lethal chemistry, put them in your memory When you want that original sound, it's either him or me The most underrated artist in this whole industry If rappin was the NBA I'd be Michael Finley Still I'm bendin and grinnin, still I got pull in the club Still I'm poppin my collar, grindin on girls in the club Servin 50's, rims is bigger but I got love for the dub They love the Twist' like love for the chief, and love for the thug Cause I got that com' game, and I got that bomb flame Let alarms ring when you hear the don's name I copped the H-2-1's, some throwbacks like LeBron James This time around I'ma let my nuts and my platinum charms hang [Chorus] [Twista] T be poppin them tags, T be coppin them Jags And if the T do a stick-up you be droppin them bags And I'm from where they co*k hats instead of rockin them rags And if they ain't co*kin them hats they be co*kin them mags T be thuggin and clubbin, "Oh Twista that look tight" Don't every time he step in the party he look so nice? I'm officially fresh in my gear as I'm rockin mo' ice And the Mitchell & Ness from the year when I used to flow like Annilisms are my verbal metabolisms Shadow's prisms and my thug mannerism's of cataclysm manor Causin some dis-establishment-arianism I vary in wisdom, wins only cause I'm carryin ism and um A street lyrical phantom, full of verses when I chant 'em When this sh** here hit the street it's gon' be the ghetto's anthem [DJ Khaled] Bone Thugs, Twista, DJ Khaled, LISTENNN! [Chorus] [Outro: DJ Khaled] Shouts out to Steve Lobel Krayzie Bone, Bone Thugs, Swizz Beatz I see you Twista, sh**'s crazy right here Cool & Dre on the track It's DJ Khaled, historical, I'm a problem! LISTENNN!