Twista - Get Ya Lyrics

Writer(s) : TAYLOR, FREDERICK / HIGH BEAM, / MITCHELL, CARL TERRELL
Artist: Twista Lyrics
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We straight

Extra, extra read all about it
The Legit Ballers came out with with an unbelievable album
**** a truce put the side on the news
Got killers that'll ride from the loc to the deuce

I heard a shot proof flip ***** gimme a *****
At the Martigra crowd flipping the trigga
You still a ***** *****
Sticking ya head up at a meter now you die how do ya figure

Acting hard with your Capri's on
I come out at the neck of the woods on ya *** ***** ease on
And where ya from no ain't **** to me
Bring that *** to the tailor talking **** sent ya *** history

Evident you you weren't meant to be
Jacking over another *****s loot and ****ing up the currency
Born and bad seed outta the crowd
Like David Guenna you don't wanna see me angry pal
I'll raise up on ya *** like a root canal

Get ****ing up **** like the trench coat mafia
Unbelievable how we popping ya

Them state street boys will get ya
Betta be ducking when you running or they gonna hit ya
Them West side guys will get ya
Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get with ya

Them South side boys will get ya
Ready to roll straight outta control scummy off the liquor
Them Chi Town boys will get ya
Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pure scripture

Let 'em all know now we piece and spit
Talk about **** bout we ain't choking thangs
I gave two to the **********ing pork chop and watch his body drop man
Let em test the skills of us *****s that's triggerly inclined

Dump off on the rocks and Monica red link
While blocks young guns on the grind
Out on the field what would a tribe ***** do
In a kill or be killed situation

Drama's what you ************s facing
While he running I'm walking like Jason
Shocking your **********ing body like grave dig
Then we dumping you all the say did

I bring pain to y'all *****s who be hating
Fortification 'bout my nation got me sniffing up information
Gimme the body dig a ditch
Bury the ************s like old ancient blue prints

Execute you use 'em, find 'em, hit 'em, split 'em 4 to the vest
What a way make to rhinos rip through the flesh
God bless us thugs that hold our own controls
On a mission yanking the snitch know to get it on

24 hour ghetto jeep is at the door
Lynch mob made me how you and your goofy click
And your throat is gone, suffocating em by dozens
Running with grim reapers handing out some good guns

And it all kicked off some **** you said
Now look at the little pus dressed up in red

Them state street boys will get ya
Betta be ducking when you running or they gonna hit ya
Them West side guys will get ya
Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get with ya

Them South side boys will get ya
Ready to roll straight outta control scummy off the liquor
Them Chi Town boys will get ya
Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pure scripture

Them St. Louis boys will get ya
Betta be ducking when you running or they gonna hit ya
Them Houston guys with get ya
Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get with ya

Them Cleveland boys will get ya
Ready to roll straight outta control scummy off the liquor
Them dirty South boys will get yet
Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pure scripture

Whatcha gone do when them *****s run up to you
Don't fold stroll mean mugging you with them thangs out
How you gonna play that terror roll
Or let the march unfold slaughtery act at 11 to it and then die

Laid off in the streets with a psychotic thugs won't stop playing for keeps
He waiting to get tipped for your and your peeps
Clock ticking slow its a quarter past three
Lights on lights off in your community

Your block's having problems with electricity
Beat gang and in the presence of the one you envy
So go collect struck chains greens and weed
Burn off a little bit of rubber if you ride with me

Slipping the clip in and put your pistol back on your hip
And I'm giving you half of the wild green
Down with them *****s Mob stability
Let's keep em feeling me we bogus with vocal trilogy

Get in a game where you get crapped out
Spooking the mouses with design got them *****s pulling macs out
For the love of the green liar promotion
Hell if I expose ya mad assed out blowing some backs out

Them state street boys will get ya
Betta be ducking when you running or they gonna hit ya
Them West side guys will get ya
Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get with ya

Them South side boys will get ya
Ready to roll straight outta control scummy off the liquor
Them Chi Town boys will get ya
Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pure scripture

Them St. Louis boys will get ya
Betta be ducking when you running or they gonna hit ya
Them Houston guys with get ya
Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get with ya

Them East Coast boys will get ya
Ready to roll straight outta control scummy off the liquor
Them dirty South boys will get yet
Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pure scripture


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