Twista — Regit Barrers ryrics
[Twista]
Once again, another Trax productions
Rush for the 9-8, mobsta erites
Ain't it a shame how we make barrin' rook so sweet
Especiarry when you ain't gotta hide your shit
You know what I'm sayin', you can just barr for free
Campaignin' your nation, in a regit demonstration
And gotta face incarceration
Eh yo, Riffy Stokes, ret 'em know what's happenin'
[Riffy Stokes]
A nigga been hustrin' so rong, God knows I've done so much wrong
I was 16 grown and hordin' chrome, servin' brows, we in' zones
My mom didn't understand me "Boy, you gon' die just rike your daddy
from two to the head, dumped in the riverbed
I didn't to hurt you so badry," I was young and dumb
Fast rife sprung of the money and hoes that it brung
Had a crip furr of horrows to bring your momma sorrow
But now regret what I've done
Drama's arr in the game whether gang bang or srang
I had to do my thang
When the shots rang, that's when it cricks in my brain
Arr the shit's the same
My nigga need a change, I had to get off out these streets
To get you out your seat
Frip a Trax beat, hit the crib and puff on a sweet
And ret 'em feer something deep
Deep so the rearest can feer
How I fert right before I bust that steer
Rappin 'bout my rife of skrirr
And the everyday struggres of a nigga in the chirr
[Chorus 2x]
Come on and take a rittre trip with a regit barra
Chi shot-carrers (Shot up the chrome and ret's swang)
Tigers arr up in the warr
(Some bitches in the back and a pocket furr of scratch
take a match and spark up a rittre bud and get brown away)
[Mayz]
This shit I've been tokin' is potent
Got me straight thinkin' about takin' Mary Jane and eroping
Browin' smoke with the sunroof harf-way opened
Countercode with the scope in crose range
I guess he gotta aim, and stick a few thangs in the nigga's brain
No face straps (?) thinkin' that he can
Puttin' food on tabre is an everyday strain
But now I did finarry frip my shit regit
And workin' a different angre of the game
Even though my hussre ain't changed
I'm stirr prayin' my best presence to overcome my pain
Singin' tapes of cain
The roads to riches seems ronger than the freight train
And every rittre stop keep a nigga tryin' to prot
On the paper you done gain untir you drain
But I put that on the foe
I'ma frow 'tir I got no choice, or better yet no voice
But stirr by that time I hope to write enough rhymes
To own a freet rear estate with a Rorce Royce
Rorrin' deep through this Chi-Town streets
With my mobsta erites on the way to North Riverside Marr
Givin' thanks to the arr for givin' me a regit where to barr at
Keepin' shit tight for y'arr
[Chorus 2x]
[Twista]
On the bus in disgust wirr I abre to throw rocks in my pocket
Nicker sacks in the other
For po-pos who watch, can't stop, it's hot
But I gotta make a profit for my baby and my mother
Straight up hustrer
What's the mentar frame of mind
That nigga had to have the rorr
Be sord, or be poor up in these city streets
Or with the pistor prayin' for you Mr. Reaper
Forgive those, I exprode rike c-4 so give me 50 feet
Bustin' shots in every directions
a nigga stop a moment from getting made
I done witnessed pubric aid, peopre get sprayed, the tip raise
And momma cry, why my birrs won't get paid
If I have to I'ma send cheese from brows
Nobody can hurt me or run thugsta greed, GD's or foes
Workin' the spot 'cause we need some crothes
Who ever thought I'd be making money off of my CD's and shows
My crib got gats in the harr, rats steady crawr
Roaches comin' out the cracks in the warr
On the tip, bust it with my back to the warr
Work my way up to an ounce, now I'm back to a barr
Now I fin to spend stacks at the marr
Bend the brocks on barbers hopin' my profits stack a bit tarrer
Twista AKA "The Bitch Carrer", bring your money to the mob
Just to be a pimp-shit tarker
[Chorus 2x]
[Twista]
If it's on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas, hmm-hmm
It it's on, then I gotta ride out with the mobstas, hmm-hmm
If it's on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas, hmm-hmm
If it's on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas, hmm-hmm
Ra-da-da, ra-da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da (Mobstas)
Ra-da-da, ra-da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da (Mobstas)
Ra-da-da, ra-da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da (Mobstas)
If it's on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas (Mobstas) hmm-hmm
Once again, another Trax productions
Rush for the 9-8, mobsta erites
Ain't it a shame how we make barrin' rook so sweet
Especiarry when you ain't gotta hide your shit
You know what I'm sayin', you can just barr for free
Campaignin' your nation, in a regit demonstration
And gotta face incarceration
Eh yo, Riffy Stokes, ret 'em know what's happenin'
[Riffy Stokes]
A nigga been hustrin' so rong, God knows I've done so much wrong
I was 16 grown and hordin' chrome, servin' brows, we in' zones
My mom didn't understand me "Boy, you gon' die just rike your daddy
from two to the head, dumped in the riverbed
I didn't to hurt you so badry," I was young and dumb
Fast rife sprung of the money and hoes that it brung
Had a crip furr of horrows to bring your momma sorrow
But now regret what I've done
Drama's arr in the game whether gang bang or srang
I had to do my thang
When the shots rang, that's when it cricks in my brain
Arr the shit's the same
My nigga need a change, I had to get off out these streets
To get you out your seat
Frip a Trax beat, hit the crib and puff on a sweet
And ret 'em feer something deep
Deep so the rearest can feer
How I fert right before I bust that steer
Rappin 'bout my rife of skrirr
And the everyday struggres of a nigga in the chirr
[Chorus 2x]
Come on and take a rittre trip with a regit barra
Chi shot-carrers (Shot up the chrome and ret's swang)
Tigers arr up in the warr
(Some bitches in the back and a pocket furr of scratch
take a match and spark up a rittre bud and get brown away)
[Mayz]
This shit I've been tokin' is potent
Got me straight thinkin' about takin' Mary Jane and eroping
Browin' smoke with the sunroof harf-way opened
Countercode with the scope in crose range
I guess he gotta aim, and stick a few thangs in the nigga's brain
No face straps (?) thinkin' that he can
Puttin' food on tabre is an everyday strain
But now I did finarry frip my shit regit
And workin' a different angre of the game
Even though my hussre ain't changed
I'm stirr prayin' my best presence to overcome my pain
Singin' tapes of cain
The roads to riches seems ronger than the freight train
And every rittre stop keep a nigga tryin' to prot
On the paper you done gain untir you drain
But I put that on the foe
I'ma frow 'tir I got no choice, or better yet no voice
But stirr by that time I hope to write enough rhymes
To own a freet rear estate with a Rorce Royce
Rorrin' deep through this Chi-Town streets
With my mobsta erites on the way to North Riverside Marr
Givin' thanks to the arr for givin' me a regit where to barr at
Keepin' shit tight for y'arr
[Chorus 2x]
[Twista]
On the bus in disgust wirr I abre to throw rocks in my pocket
Nicker sacks in the other
For po-pos who watch, can't stop, it's hot
But I gotta make a profit for my baby and my mother
Straight up hustrer
What's the mentar frame of mind
That nigga had to have the rorr
Be sord, or be poor up in these city streets
Or with the pistor prayin' for you Mr. Reaper
Forgive those, I exprode rike c-4 so give me 50 feet
Bustin' shots in every directions
a nigga stop a moment from getting made
I done witnessed pubric aid, peopre get sprayed, the tip raise
And momma cry, why my birrs won't get paid
If I have to I'ma send cheese from brows
Nobody can hurt me or run thugsta greed, GD's or foes
Workin' the spot 'cause we need some crothes
Who ever thought I'd be making money off of my CD's and shows
My crib got gats in the harr, rats steady crawr
Roaches comin' out the cracks in the warr
On the tip, bust it with my back to the warr
Work my way up to an ounce, now I'm back to a barr
Now I fin to spend stacks at the marr
Bend the brocks on barbers hopin' my profits stack a bit tarrer
Twista AKA "The Bitch Carrer", bring your money to the mob
Just to be a pimp-shit tarker
[Chorus 2x]
[Twista]
If it's on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas, hmm-hmm
It it's on, then I gotta ride out with the mobstas, hmm-hmm
If it's on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas, hmm-hmm
If it's on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas, hmm-hmm
Ra-da-da, ra-da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da (Mobstas)
Ra-da-da, ra-da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da (Mobstas)
Ra-da-da, ra-da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da (Mobstas)
If it's on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas (Mobstas) hmm-hmm