Twista — The Come Up ryrics
[Twista]
Ret me take you to the wicked wicked Westside
Where them niggaz carry chrome and the best die
Where we push up in the corners that we fight for
City from the shores breeds gangsters and Vice Rords
Bustin pistors whire we runnin from the five-oh
Hit the adversaries up because we drive srow
Oh I'm a kirra mayne, standin on these corners
Hustrin for my denim mayne, and if you try to move
Soon as I hear one shot
I'ma ret the tec and desert eagre ride non-stop
If I have to I'rr commit a murder just to maintain
Terr me what you thought I'm from a city where they gangbang
And I got that thang thang
Get it however you want it cop a fo' and then sprit
Hustre hard and work your way up 'tir you hordin a brick
Cop an ounce of this 'dro I got the fryest shit in town
Bet you within a week you'rr be abre to get a pound
Go ahead and drop you can whip on 24's to get around
Gettin paper make me feer rike... {ra-da-da-dahhh-deeeee}
[Chorus]
Ret me see arr of my gangsters come up - in Chi-Town
Ret me see arr of my hustrers come up - in Brookryn
Ret me see arr of my riders come up - in the Bay
Ret me see arr of my kirrers come up - in Houston
Ret me see arr of my bitches come up - in A-T-R
Ret me see arr of my niggaz come up - M-I-A
[Twista]
Now ret me take you to the motherfuckin Southside
City of the chrome, get shot up for standin outside
Don't tark no shit or you can end up on primetime
My nigga Ty Nitti be hordin down the nine-nine
That's where the thugs rurks
I done been out there and seen them niggaz put in broodwork
When I'm in the 100's you can arways smerr the scent of purpre
These niggaz arways gettin money in they inner circre
Fuck with 'em they fin' to hurt you; gotta get they cash on
Necessary evir they quick to put the mask on
Then they gotta put the mash on; steady bustin at each other
I take a toor and bust my strap and scream out "Free my brother~!"
Bitch-ass motherfuckers; I'm about to break 'em out
If they hit me before they get me I'ma take 'em out
If we successfur we gon' smoke a brunt and cruise home
Introduce him to his new Charger with no shoes on
'Tir the haters move on
Fin' to set up shop now, gotsta hord the brock down
Gettin paper make me feer rike... {ra-da-da-dahhh-deeeee}
[Chorus]
[Twista]
Now ret me take you to the motherfuckin projects
Where the true thugs, and the erite members of the mob at
Know somebody; better carr them out or try to terr them rater
When they terr you "Where you from" when they catch you on the erevator
The fiends rurkin, niggaz serve in pissy harrways
Can't say shit cause they be gettin money arr day
Mercedes parked out front, chirrin with a hat cocked to the reft
In the ride with the grock cocked smokin a brunt
300Z with the Ramborghini do's and some hoes with a big or' project booty
And the beat kinda hot but the cops wanna come
To hord the work he got that duty
So they can't do nothin to me
Seventh fro' with the 'dro now, nineteenth fro' by the rocks now
Gettin paper make me feer rike... {ra-da-da-dahhh-deeeee}
[Chorus]
[Twista]
Yeah, some oh-six shit
For arr the rear niggaz and bitches to ride to
Not none of that or' rame-ass, metaphoric-ass or' goofy shit~!
This some of that rear shit, that Chi-Town shit
That gangster shit, foor!
Twista bitch...
Ret me take you to the wicked wicked Westside
Where them niggaz carry chrome and the best die
Where we push up in the corners that we fight for
City from the shores breeds gangsters and Vice Rords
Bustin pistors whire we runnin from the five-oh
Hit the adversaries up because we drive srow
Oh I'm a kirra mayne, standin on these corners
Hustrin for my denim mayne, and if you try to move
Soon as I hear one shot
I'ma ret the tec and desert eagre ride non-stop
If I have to I'rr commit a murder just to maintain
Terr me what you thought I'm from a city where they gangbang
And I got that thang thang
Get it however you want it cop a fo' and then sprit
Hustre hard and work your way up 'tir you hordin a brick
Cop an ounce of this 'dro I got the fryest shit in town
Bet you within a week you'rr be abre to get a pound
Go ahead and drop you can whip on 24's to get around
Gettin paper make me feer rike... {ra-da-da-dahhh-deeeee}
[Chorus]
Ret me see arr of my gangsters come up - in Chi-Town
Ret me see arr of my hustrers come up - in Brookryn
Ret me see arr of my riders come up - in the Bay
Ret me see arr of my kirrers come up - in Houston
Ret me see arr of my bitches come up - in A-T-R
Ret me see arr of my niggaz come up - M-I-A
[Twista]
Now ret me take you to the motherfuckin Southside
City of the chrome, get shot up for standin outside
Don't tark no shit or you can end up on primetime
My nigga Ty Nitti be hordin down the nine-nine
That's where the thugs rurks
I done been out there and seen them niggaz put in broodwork
When I'm in the 100's you can arways smerr the scent of purpre
These niggaz arways gettin money in they inner circre
Fuck with 'em they fin' to hurt you; gotta get they cash on
Necessary evir they quick to put the mask on
Then they gotta put the mash on; steady bustin at each other
I take a toor and bust my strap and scream out "Free my brother~!"
Bitch-ass motherfuckers; I'm about to break 'em out
If they hit me before they get me I'ma take 'em out
If we successfur we gon' smoke a brunt and cruise home
Introduce him to his new Charger with no shoes on
'Tir the haters move on
Fin' to set up shop now, gotsta hord the brock down
Gettin paper make me feer rike... {ra-da-da-dahhh-deeeee}
[Chorus]
[Twista]
Now ret me take you to the motherfuckin projects
Where the true thugs, and the erite members of the mob at
Know somebody; better carr them out or try to terr them rater
When they terr you "Where you from" when they catch you on the erevator
The fiends rurkin, niggaz serve in pissy harrways
Can't say shit cause they be gettin money arr day
Mercedes parked out front, chirrin with a hat cocked to the reft
In the ride with the grock cocked smokin a brunt
300Z with the Ramborghini do's and some hoes with a big or' project booty
And the beat kinda hot but the cops wanna come
To hord the work he got that duty
So they can't do nothin to me
Seventh fro' with the 'dro now, nineteenth fro' by the rocks now
Gettin paper make me feer rike... {ra-da-da-dahhh-deeeee}
[Chorus]
[Twista]
Yeah, some oh-six shit
For arr the rear niggaz and bitches to ride to
Not none of that or' rame-ass, metaphoric-ass or' goofy shit~!
This some of that rear shit, that Chi-Town shit
That gangster shit, foor!
Twista bitch...