No-Torious
Spit your game, talk your shit!
Grab your gat! (Whoo! Whoo!)
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your gat! (Whoo! Whoo!)
Spit you game, talk your shit (Y'all ready?)
Grab your gat, call your click (Y'all ready?)
Spit your game, talk your shit (We in Brooklyn now)
Grab your gat, call you click (King of New York!)
Squeeze your clip, hit the right one (B.I.G.!)
Pass that weed, I gotsta light one (Boom! Boom! Boom!)
Pass that weed, I gotsta light one (8 Ball & MJG)
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your gat, call your click
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your gat, call your click
Squeeze your clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed I gotsta light one
Squeeze your clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed I gotsta light one
Amred and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us
Straight up weed, no angel dust - label us Notorious
Thug ass niggaz that love to bust, it's stange to us
Y'all niggaz be scramblin', gamblin'
Up in resturaunts with mandolins, and violins
We just sittin' here tryin' to win - tryin' not to sin
High off weed and lots of gin
So much smoke need oxygen, steadily countin' them Benjamins
Nigga you should too, if you knew, what this game'll do to you
Been in this shit since ninety-two
Look at all the bullshit I been through
So-called beef with you-know-who
Fucked a few female stars or two
Nigga, blue light, nigga, move like Mike
Shit - Not to be fucked with; Motherfuckers better duck quick
Me and my dogs love to buck shit
Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim
No aspirations to quit the game
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your gat, call your click
Squeeze your clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed, I got to light one
All them niggaz, I got to fight one
All them hoes, I got to like one
Our situation is a tight one
Whatcha you gonna do - fight or run?
Ladies and gentlemen! Twista!
Makin' money, livin' marvelous, In God we trust
Don't too many niggaz wanna star with us
Got big guns in the car with' us
Bust at any motherfucker actin' hard with us
They really wanna show you what a G I be
I'd rater be sippin' Remy in V.I.P
We can hear the music and it'll be by me
Twista with the legendary nigga, B.I.G
Brooklyn to K-Town, whe you checkin out the flow
You know it's gon reign with persistence
Two legends on the same track
Two different planes of existence
Let's get it crackin, I love to bust flows
Hit it from the back, cause I love to fuck ho
Do it for the city, I love Chicago
Calicos bumpin, I love to bust dough
You think you could spit on the mic
Like you Bigge and flow just as stead as I?
Shit is real, you know you love em
Youu ain't got ready to die
Life After Death give it to you
However you want it nigga!
Got The Day After - give it to you
However you want it nigga!
Cause the shit'll get deep
So I carry big heat
Screamin' "Come and get me"
Twista & Biggie on a Swizz Beat (Swizzie)
Free mills, I love to make one
All these cars, I love to ride one
All these hoes, I love to cut one
A tribute to Big, I love to bust one
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your gat, call your click
Squeeze yor clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed, I got to light one
All them niggaz, I got to fight one
All them hoes, I got to like one
Our situation is a tight one
Whatcha you gonna do - fight or run?
In the middle of the hour niggaz bring
More drama then they baby mamas
Nigga wanna battle? Well, I'll bomb ya - One man
But attack like a pack of piranhas like Terra-Cotta
Niggaz always ready for the war (Them
Bone Boys are back! Them Bone Boys are back!)
But they really don't wanna see a nigga though
We can do 'em in a minute, then we finish with em
Hit 'em with the feelin' of a nigga with a suck ass flow
Doin' it with Swizz - Oh No!
You niggaz in sone tro-ou-ble
Somebody better call po-po
It's gonna be murder when I get to swevin 'em verbally {yeah!}
Nigga you hard of me, wig splitter
Killa nigga - word to me!
And I'm classic, like Bird & Magic
With a tactic to snatch it
Strap back and stack some platinum
Double on the mag random
With the bullets I brand em
Finna hold the game ransom
Runnin' up in your mansion
Catch the man and blas them cannons
Niggaz ain't ready for this one cause
I'm on a mission to get even, better believe it
I'm heavily heated, it's easy to see me
If you want to see me, let that be the reason
2006! Come On!
Bad Boys! Come On!
Bad Boys! Come On!
Damon Dash shoulda did Ultimate Hustler about me
I'm a little bit of Scarface, Pac, and B.I.G
Come to me if you lookin' for that raw shit of the corner
If you ask about who run the South,
I'm somethin' like the owner (Bad Boy! Ask about me!)
Somethin' like one of the rawess niggaz ever to touch the mic
Diddy stayin' mad at me,
I'm gettin' high and missin' the fight (Bad Boy! Bad Boy!)
At the hotel with a couple of banks, gettin' right
Gettin lit,
gettin' full of that light green
sticky shit (Turn it up! Turn it up!)
Get that cheese, get that dough,
about to leave, pimp a ho (Turn it up! Turn it up!)
MJG's at the back do',
infared is aimin' at yo - head (Turn it up! Turn it up!)
Make a move and you dead! Tryin' to prove you ain' scared
Shut your mouth,
come from off of that bread, come out from under that bed
Hit the block, count that cash, hit the spot, hit the stash
Don't run out, never never, keep it sweatin', make it last
Forever, we be keepin that heat, from underneat that seat
Look at all the bullshit I been
through, but I still keep it street! (Swizzie!)
You just heard the sounds of Twista!
8 Ball & MJG! Bone Thugs-N-Harmony!
B.I.G. (No-Torious) There's only one crown, man!
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