Twista - The Come Up Lyrics
[twista]Let Me Take You To The Wicked Wicked WestsideWhere Them Niggaz Carry Chrome And The Best DieWhere We Push Up In The Corners That We Fight ForCity From The Shores Breeds Gangsters And Vice LordsBustin Pistols While We Runnin From The Five-ohHit The Adversaries Up Because We Drive SlowOh I'm A Killa Mayne, Standin On These CornersHustlin For My Denim Mayne, And If You Try To MoveSoon As I Hear One ShotI'ma Let The Tec And Desert Eagle Ride Non-stopIf I Have To I'll Commit A Murder Just To MaintainTell Me What You Thought I'm From A City Where They GangbangAnd I Got That Thang ThangGet It However You Want It Cop A Fo' And Then SplitHustle Hard And Work Your Way Up 'til You Holdin A BrickCop An Ounce Of This 'dro I Got The Flyest Shit In TownBet You Within A Week You'll Be Able To Get A PoundGo Ahead And Drop You Can Whip On 24's To Get AroundGettin Paper Make Me Feel Like... {la-da-da-dahhh-deeeee}[chorus]Let Me See All Of My Gangsters Come Up - In Chi-townLet Me See All Of My Hustlers Come Up - In BrooklynLet Me See All Of My Riders Come Up - In The BayLet Me See All Of My Killers Come Up - In HoustonLet Me See All Of My *****es Come Up - In A-t-lLet Me See All Of My Niggaz Come Up - M-i-a[twista]Now Let Me Take You To The Mother*****in SouthsideCity Of The Chrome, Get Shot Up For Standin OutsideDon't Talk No Shit Or You Can End Up On PrimetimeMy Nigga Ty Nitti Be Holdin Down The Nine-nineThat's Where The Thugs LurksI Done Been Out There And Seen Them Niggaz Put In BloodworkWhen I'm In The 100's You Can Always Smell The Scent Of PurpleThese Niggaz Always Gettin Money In They Inner Circle***** With 'em They Fin' To Hurt You; Gotta Get They Cash OnNecessary Evil They Quick To Put The Mask OnThen They Gotta Put The Mash On; Steady Bustin At Each OtherI Take A Tool And Bust My Strap And Scream Out "free My Brother~!"*****-ass Mother*****ers; I'm About To Break 'em OutIf They Hit Me Before They Get Me I'ma Take 'em OutIf We Successful We Gon' Smoke A Blunt And Cruise HomeIntroduce Him To His New Charger With No Shoes On'til The Haters Move OnFin' To Set Up Shop Now, Gotsta Hold The Block DownGettin Paper Make Me Feel Like... {la-da-da-dahhh-deeeee}[chorus][twista]Now Let Me Take You To The Mother*****in ProjectsWhere The True Thugs, And The Elite Members Of The Mob AtKnow Somebody; Better Call Them Out Or Try To Tell Them LaterWhen They Tell You "where You From" When They Catch You On The ElevatorThe Fiends Lurkin, Niggaz Serve In Pissy HallwaysCan't Say Shit Cause They Be Gettin Money All DayMercedes Parked Out Front, Chillin With A Hat *****ed To The LeftIn The Ride With The Glock *****ed Smokin A Blunt300z With The Lamborghini Do's And Some Hoes With A Big Ol' Project BootyAnd The Beat Kinda Hot But The Cops Wanna ComeTo Hold The Work He Got That DutySo They Can't Do Nothin To MeSeventh Flo' With The 'dro Now, Nineteenth Flo' By The Rocks NowGettin Paper Make Me Feel Like... {la-da-da-dahhh-deeeee}[chorus][twista]Yeah, Some Oh-six ShitFor All The Real Niggaz And *****es To Ride ToNot None Of That Ol' Lame-ass, Metaphoric-ass Ol' Goofy Shit~!This Some Of That Real Shit, That Chi-town ShitThat Gangster Shit, Fool!Twista *****...
