Twista - 3 Minute Murder lyrics

[Twista talking:] Uh, Uh, Ya'll already know what it is n***az talkin bout Twista this Twista that All I know is Twista rap I spit n***a, f** ya'll, check it out [Twista rhyming:] Twis' got sk** Yes I k** I could ride on they a** like Buffalo Bill I be winnin in the game like them n***as in the south If a n***a talkin sh** I'm quick to hit em in the mouth Them lyrics that's the sh** I be equipped to spit em out And Imma make a n***a sick cause I got venom in the mouth Antonyms and synonyms are spinnin him out of his route And I got bricks of money b**h and I can't fit em in the couch k** em with the ride paints hard with the deep dish k** em wit syllables quick wit 8 bars in a sequence I am the bidness I gotta charge you to peep this n***az can't see me I'm ray Charles or a eclipse Stevie in the blackout see me with the Mack out Twista gon get money like a GD in a crack house When it come to flows Imma spit em like they cold When it come to n***az heads Imma split it like a pole Take away they swag and sh** on they co*ky style Cuz my lyrics be too quick they call me Twista Pacquiao Come solo wit my k-olo when you see my logo come take my photo when I'm on promo n***as wanna get me they better pick a new regimen sh** too sick B somebody better go get you medicine Not bringin up Twista I'm makin the issue relevant Balls bigger than mine betta go get 2 elephants I be getting grimy but you and yo click too elegant Beat yo face up til yo jaw tissue look like a pelican I be steady whoopin yo a** just fo the hell of it Can't nobody f** wit me the planet is celibate I kick a hot flow, get it like Harpo Brief when I rhyme teeth shine like a car show Wit a thick b**h, go head check out my cargo You know one gon be wit me wherever my car go Where yo baby at where yo white Mercedes At ill let u borrow the Bentley as long as you bring it back Here, a couple stacks, you ain't gotta pay me back Me and yo boss kick it and he know where the ladies at Whether we comin and k**in and murderin cause I beat down the block Or because I'm like?throw ya hands up' cause it's hip hop I'd rather be rappin about the streets and makin a quick pot But it's time to do something so the shorties don't get popped Meanwhile back to the lab I got the desert eagle Come on yo muthaf**in tip and k** a lot of people Throw up on a priest let him know I ain't no reverend Either dat I go where the f** I want I'm up in heaven evil U ain't gotta tell me I know I spit bars sick E-mail, anthrax, flows kick arsenic G-up genie and throw it up I'm car sick Cut raw dope deez n***a cut garbage Lethargic give a b**h hard dick see my n***az and I say salute like a sergeant Can't lie I'm one of the coldest artists so I wouldn't have yo b**h up in my apartment So I be pa**in out f** you flyers da fakers and heaters and then f** liars If yo' sh** ain't one been one minded the swine flu h1n1 virus Am I like Jason no I'm more like Michael Myers I am the sh** I need to wear diapers When I spit it sometimes I'm all to philosophical Blame it on the Don Julio and k**er tropical Twista got more swag than a rich sissy But don't get prissy muthaf**as can get grilly Imma balla and a boss and yes I'm finna get paid Takin flames to the head like I'm Nicolas Cage I ghost ride the whip I'm finna get laid Any n***az dat try to get me is finna get sprayed One day it's possible dat I'm finna get saved But for now I be getting money I'm finna get paid muthaf**a f**a.. ..f**a.. .. f**a.. ..f**a