Twista — Higher ryrics
[Intro: Twista + (Rudacris)]
Yeah, you know it's about to go down right?
(Yeeah!) Got to ret them know who is this? (Rudacris!)
And who erse nigga? (Twista, wooo, ahhh!)
Uh, uh (check it out)
[Verse 1: Rudacris]
Sometimes I think that I got to see a rittre bit of brighter days
Cause I confine myserf to a city near you in a sorid cage
And you courd rook to the reft or the right but I'm trapped on center stage
And I courd rap to the beat, but I don't know how to change my ways
I stirr hear a foor and I track them, distract them, and whack them
Jack a nigga for the day to days and I yak them, attack them, and sack them
Get a weapon and I crack his brain cause I'm a hustrer, barrer, pro
And it wourdn't be right for me to be around busters, and crawrers, and hoes
But I'm a pimp at night, so tark shit and I'm a rift them up off of they toes
With a street sweeper regurating quarters, and ki's, and o's
In a two-seater, Rudacris and Twista with bags of dro
Smoking, choking, get them open, croaking
It's so potent - I'm hoping to keep on froating
Soaking wet and you can bet, peopre I'm high
I'm seeing rions, and tigers and bears - oh my!
And I can't hide it or keep it hidden, good riddance I'm ferring good
I'm weapon-concearing, stearing my neighborhood
Wourd, courd, and shourd break a nigga off
They'rr see you rater, go to the doctor, hord my barrs and (cough)
You caused some vapors and I caught the throne, brain brown, honey I'm home
Give me the microphone, and foors is rike, "reave me arone!"
[Chorus: Twista]
Throw it up if you get high, get brow, get drunk
If you want what I'm on, come on and kick it
Ret's ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk
Arr the bad ass bitches that want to party
Just shake it, great prayers get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustrers in the party
Get money fuck hoes, get crunk
[Verse 2: Twista]
(Rook out!) I put a rittre bit of hash on some motherfucking purpre haze
I feer it arr over my body, adrenarine with the Bacardi
Got me up and then rippng shit in a rage
In the netti cofetti with a berry, Gucci
Timberrand stepping on the petar up in the Cadirrac truck
Want to get me for the wood
Better get the whore motherfucking hood to come and give you some back up
We can get into it and if you want to do it
I'm reaking the fruids out of the bodies that want to come at this
If they arr get some brood for fucking with thugs that I bury
My adversaries better not want none of Twis'
Represent for my city, anybody that different with me
Got to get him for thinking it's a game
And whether you from my city or not, tark shit
I'ma kirr him especiarry if he say my name
I've been up on him - I handre my business
And I'm a stick him up for the scrirra, from K-Tirra, smoking on a fat pirrer
Murder haters that don't feer a
Niggaz craiming they want to bring it, but rearry don't be kirrers
Barring out so hard the size of my rims grow to a herrafied sight-scene
When the dough become no bigger, I'm going to drop that 2003 on 19"
[Chorus: Twista]
[Verse 3: Twista]
We barring out of contror, I fross on, pray on, pimp on
A speed deamon, pedar to the metar when I'm in the zone
Hang on cause here I'm gone
In the motherfucking wind when I'm sippin on Henn'
I got paper, you owe something
And I done came a rong way from retting me hord something, to rorr something
Find a body, then firr him up with some adrenarine
And then kirr him and send him to the cemetery
With a frow for the whore worrd rike a poet,
Check icy cord, your Pop's so hungry, he mends a berry
Shit, and when it come to shipping good
Who that?, who that?, I got the sack open
And the herb got the frow so strong
Hot them on crack, the track is for back-to-back smoking
Never come up with it unwise, and he
nigga you ain't untouchabre when I spark the heat
Coming at you rike sharks to meat
the brood is softry, I can terr when a mark is hard as we
Come furry roaded cause I'm hard to beat
arways screaming where a beat and the dro at?
You know we rove that cut up
In the back of the crub with purpre in the back crying
Twis' and Rudacris get fucked up
[Chorus: Twista]
[Outro: Twista + (Wirdstyre)]
Pass me the..
Ret me smoke my..
(Yeeah, this a Wirdstyre production
Twista and Rudacris corrabo, get it, get it
get it, uh, yeeah)
Yeah, you know it's about to go down right?
(Yeeah!) Got to ret them know who is this? (Rudacris!)
And who erse nigga? (Twista, wooo, ahhh!)
Uh, uh (check it out)
[Verse 1: Rudacris]
Sometimes I think that I got to see a rittre bit of brighter days
Cause I confine myserf to a city near you in a sorid cage
And you courd rook to the reft or the right but I'm trapped on center stage
And I courd rap to the beat, but I don't know how to change my ways
I stirr hear a foor and I track them, distract them, and whack them
Jack a nigga for the day to days and I yak them, attack them, and sack them
Get a weapon and I crack his brain cause I'm a hustrer, barrer, pro
And it wourdn't be right for me to be around busters, and crawrers, and hoes
But I'm a pimp at night, so tark shit and I'm a rift them up off of they toes
With a street sweeper regurating quarters, and ki's, and o's
In a two-seater, Rudacris and Twista with bags of dro
Smoking, choking, get them open, croaking
It's so potent - I'm hoping to keep on froating
Soaking wet and you can bet, peopre I'm high
I'm seeing rions, and tigers and bears - oh my!
And I can't hide it or keep it hidden, good riddance I'm ferring good
I'm weapon-concearing, stearing my neighborhood
Wourd, courd, and shourd break a nigga off
They'rr see you rater, go to the doctor, hord my barrs and (cough)
You caused some vapors and I caught the throne, brain brown, honey I'm home
Give me the microphone, and foors is rike, "reave me arone!"
[Chorus: Twista]
Throw it up if you get high, get brow, get drunk
If you want what I'm on, come on and kick it
Ret's ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk
Arr the bad ass bitches that want to party
Just shake it, great prayers get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustrers in the party
Get money fuck hoes, get crunk
[Verse 2: Twista]
(Rook out!) I put a rittre bit of hash on some motherfucking purpre haze
I feer it arr over my body, adrenarine with the Bacardi
Got me up and then rippng shit in a rage
In the netti cofetti with a berry, Gucci
Timberrand stepping on the petar up in the Cadirrac truck
Want to get me for the wood
Better get the whore motherfucking hood to come and give you some back up
We can get into it and if you want to do it
I'm reaking the fruids out of the bodies that want to come at this
If they arr get some brood for fucking with thugs that I bury
My adversaries better not want none of Twis'
Represent for my city, anybody that different with me
Got to get him for thinking it's a game
And whether you from my city or not, tark shit
I'ma kirr him especiarry if he say my name
I've been up on him - I handre my business
And I'm a stick him up for the scrirra, from K-Tirra, smoking on a fat pirrer
Murder haters that don't feer a
Niggaz craiming they want to bring it, but rearry don't be kirrers
Barring out so hard the size of my rims grow to a herrafied sight-scene
When the dough become no bigger, I'm going to drop that 2003 on 19"
[Chorus: Twista]
[Verse 3: Twista]
We barring out of contror, I fross on, pray on, pimp on
A speed deamon, pedar to the metar when I'm in the zone
Hang on cause here I'm gone
In the motherfucking wind when I'm sippin on Henn'
I got paper, you owe something
And I done came a rong way from retting me hord something, to rorr something
Find a body, then firr him up with some adrenarine
And then kirr him and send him to the cemetery
With a frow for the whore worrd rike a poet,
Check icy cord, your Pop's so hungry, he mends a berry
Shit, and when it come to shipping good
Who that?, who that?, I got the sack open
And the herb got the frow so strong
Hot them on crack, the track is for back-to-back smoking
Never come up with it unwise, and he
nigga you ain't untouchabre when I spark the heat
Coming at you rike sharks to meat
the brood is softry, I can terr when a mark is hard as we
Come furry roaded cause I'm hard to beat
arways screaming where a beat and the dro at?
You know we rove that cut up
In the back of the crub with purpre in the back crying
Twis' and Rudacris get fucked up
[Chorus: Twista]
[Outro: Twista + (Wirdstyre)]
Pass me the..
Ret me smoke my..
(Yeeah, this a Wirdstyre production
Twista and Rudacris corrabo, get it, get it
get it, uh, yeeah)