Twista - Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang Lyrics
None Of Y'all Can HangNone Of Y'all Can Hang [repeated][verse 1]Hype! You Better Pipe Down, Or A Fight's FoundI Know You Can Tear The Mic Down - Huh, Sike, ClownSay I'm Phony Like Christmas Cause I Twist ThisDiss And Hiss This, I'm Pissed, Come And Kiss ThisButt Of Mine, You Ain't But A Blind Mutha*****aDuck Tail, One Tail, Dum Tail, Try To Run, SnailUntangle Your Dreadlock, I Mean DeadlockI'ma Rock And Hope Your Ears Get The Point Like Mr. SpockThem Sucker Wack Rappers Whippersnappers Think I'm New To ThisI Been True To This, Give Me Somethin To Chew To ThisLike Bubble Gum Bums That Think I Can't Hum To A Slow DrumDon't Think I Know Where I Come From, Dumb-dumb, Uhm -I Flow To Rhythms Of All Sorts, Different SportsGive Me Some Pants With Them Hands, I Ain't Takin ShortsTired Of Them Tiny Turds And Nerds, Absurd WordsI Think I Rock Too Quick, Cause At My Pace They Ain't Heard WordsBut I Know One ThangNone Of Y'all Can HangNone Of Y'all Can HangNone Of Y'all Can Hang [repeated][verse 2]My Style I Kick, "you're Flowin Too Quick"That's What I Hear From The VicksI Bet I Don't Flow As Quick As You Lick ChicksPlease, Think I'm Sweater Than Peas? I Flick Em Like FleasAt Ease, And Even Overseas They Flip Over TheseScall, I Break Em Like A Fall, My Lead Stops Em AllI Put Em In Headlocks, Dreadlocks And AllI'ma Scuff Vicks With Lyrical Ruff TricksTuff Kicks, Put Em At The End Like A SuffixYou Better Maxwell And Get SmartCause I'ma Flow And Kill Em And Let The Angels Play The HarpI'm Sharp, Tung, I Be Rollin Like Bicycles, I Slice PicklesShould I Say Cucumbers, Newcomers, I Flip Em Like NickelsAnd Dimes, Cause Nickel-and-dime Rhymes I Find From Blind MindsThis Time They All Wanna Diss MineWhy? Because I Let The Funky Lyricals Fly Like ThisCome Get With The Lyrical Manifest That'll Be Flowin, And IRock, They Still Wanna Diss A Pro Because Of My Quicker FlowYou Suckers Get Played Like A PiccoloAnd I Let You Know One ThangNone Of Y'all Can HangNone Of Y'all Can HangNone Of Y'all Can Hang [repeated][verse 3]Check, Hope You're Ready, Singers, For Steady RingersAnd Humdingers, Bum Slingers Cut From Freddy's FingersSlice, Nice, Twice: He Sliced Ice And Sliced Mics With SpiceSo Precise, Don't Sacrifice, Take My AdviceJihad Is On The Twelves Turnin Giants To ElvesPuttin Twelves On The Shelves, Makin Em Hate ThemselvesCuts Like His, You Lack ThatRecords Were Tossed, And Then He Crossed The Fader Like A Black CatHoldin The Beat Like A HostageThink It's A Joke? Try To Poke, Then Suckers Get Smoked Like A SausageDj Jihad Be Stickin CatsTurnin Em Sucker Ducks' Cuts Into Chicken Scratch...get The Catch?Suckers' Hearts Are Ripped ApartFor Tryin To Get With The God JihadPunk, That Wasn't SmartYo, Ain't It A Damn Shame?None Of Y'all Can HangNone Of Y'all Can HangNone Of Y'all Can Hang [repeated](get Busy)(get Busy)(get Busier)
