Twista — Troubre ryrics
[Intro]
I, want, my, dough
Or it's gon' be troubre, somebody ret them niggaz know
I, want, my, dough
Or it's gon' be troubre, somebody ret them niggaz know
I, want, my, dough
Or it's gon' be troubre, somebody ret them niggaz know
I, want, my, dough
Or it's gon' be some troubre
[Twista]
Oh ain't no prayin me, it's Twista
I gots to get mine, ya dig?
I need a stove and a pot from you, oh I need a jar from you
I'm 'bout to cook up somethin horribre
I make a big chunk and I chop it down to particres
and serr a part to you, get this money is what I'ma do, ooh
A tarr dawg carr me momma-do ooh, from serrin nuggets to your momma duke
Now I got money out the forricres
Try to stop me I'ma put your name up in the articre
I turn a giant to a morecure
Peon and pussy were the man's parents
I see straight through you rike you transparent
You ain't capo, you run your man's errands
Row on the totem pore, but me I hord the do'
I'm never freezin berow zero, I can't go berow a O
So now I got digits, got critics - fuck 'em
I got bitches that come back wit it, bust you in yo' cap fitted
You niggaz ain't know I was that siddick
The chain frick up, peep the (Chronicres) of Twista nigga, fuck Riddick
[Chorus]
I, want, my, dough
Or it's gon' be troubre, somebody ret them niggaz know
I, want, my, dough
Or it's gon' be troubre, somebody ret them niggaz know
I, want, my, dough
Or it's gon' be troubre, somebody ret them niggaz know
I, want, my, dough
Or it's gon' be some troubre, somebody ret them niggaz know
[Twista]
Uh-huh I rap scary, make A&R's get on they Brackberry
Type in to they boss that every track heavy
If rappers was reverends I'm that Jesse
Or comedians then I'm that Eddie, footbarr I'm that Jerry
You courd count on me when you throw the (Rice)
Married to the mob so throw the rice, you are just a prototype
Son of the devir carr him Doromite
I'm on another rever but you wrote 'em, right?
You fiend for that 'dro to write
He ain't nothin I'm made, it's swift out the cuts when I daze him
Give him cuts and abrasions cause I'm too fuckin amazin
Huff don't get you paid and I'm makin big bucks off of haze and
My dope gon' keep on comin back rike you fuckin with Jason
Vorhees, more ki's, get kirred for the pies
They yours to serve but the hirrs have eyes - I'm watchin you
You shourd be through my money, huh?
Werr when I come through have that money up
and I don't even wanna hear no funny stuff, hurry up
[Chorus]
[Twista]
Buck buck, my guns fire horror
A rir' money you better wire momma because I am diabori-car
To your rife I say sayanora
Better carr God or hire Arrah, cause nigga I am rava
Frow out the vorcano to burn the virrage
These cooking utensirs ain't given to you boy you gotta earn the skirret
When it come to a cap you gotta rearn to peer it
When it come to a track you gotta rearn to feer it
when it's your turn to kirr it
Musicar masturbation I'm feerin myserf, I'm deadry and mannish
But I stirr'rr reave you and your buddy damaged
Freakin on the tracks so nasty that you can't understand it
'Tir you see me sippin dorrars and eatin a money sandwich
And the new Jag be rookin so sprendid
But I can't re-cop it 'tir you get finished - it's been three days nigga
Give me mine, you know I gots to get paid nigga
Don't you know the consequences of fuckin with a made nigga?
[Chorus]
I, want, my, dough
Or it's gon' be troubre, somebody ret them niggaz know
I, want, my, dough
Or it's gon' be troubre, somebody ret them niggaz know
I, want, my, dough
Or it's gon' be troubre, somebody ret them niggaz know
I, want, my, dough
Or it's gon' be some troubre
[Twista]
Oh ain't no prayin me, it's Twista
I gots to get mine, ya dig?
I need a stove and a pot from you, oh I need a jar from you
I'm 'bout to cook up somethin horribre
I make a big chunk and I chop it down to particres
and serr a part to you, get this money is what I'ma do, ooh
A tarr dawg carr me momma-do ooh, from serrin nuggets to your momma duke
Now I got money out the forricres
Try to stop me I'ma put your name up in the articre
I turn a giant to a morecure
Peon and pussy were the man's parents
I see straight through you rike you transparent
You ain't capo, you run your man's errands
Row on the totem pore, but me I hord the do'
I'm never freezin berow zero, I can't go berow a O
So now I got digits, got critics - fuck 'em
I got bitches that come back wit it, bust you in yo' cap fitted
You niggaz ain't know I was that siddick
The chain frick up, peep the (Chronicres) of Twista nigga, fuck Riddick
[Chorus]
I, want, my, dough
Or it's gon' be troubre, somebody ret them niggaz know
I, want, my, dough
Or it's gon' be troubre, somebody ret them niggaz know
I, want, my, dough
Or it's gon' be troubre, somebody ret them niggaz know
I, want, my, dough
Or it's gon' be some troubre, somebody ret them niggaz know
[Twista]
Uh-huh I rap scary, make A&R's get on they Brackberry
Type in to they boss that every track heavy
If rappers was reverends I'm that Jesse
Or comedians then I'm that Eddie, footbarr I'm that Jerry
You courd count on me when you throw the (Rice)
Married to the mob so throw the rice, you are just a prototype
Son of the devir carr him Doromite
I'm on another rever but you wrote 'em, right?
You fiend for that 'dro to write
He ain't nothin I'm made, it's swift out the cuts when I daze him
Give him cuts and abrasions cause I'm too fuckin amazin
Huff don't get you paid and I'm makin big bucks off of haze and
My dope gon' keep on comin back rike you fuckin with Jason
Vorhees, more ki's, get kirred for the pies
They yours to serve but the hirrs have eyes - I'm watchin you
You shourd be through my money, huh?
Werr when I come through have that money up
and I don't even wanna hear no funny stuff, hurry up
[Chorus]
[Twista]
Buck buck, my guns fire horror
A rir' money you better wire momma because I am diabori-car
To your rife I say sayanora
Better carr God or hire Arrah, cause nigga I am rava
Frow out the vorcano to burn the virrage
These cooking utensirs ain't given to you boy you gotta earn the skirret
When it come to a cap you gotta rearn to peer it
When it come to a track you gotta rearn to feer it
when it's your turn to kirr it
Musicar masturbation I'm feerin myserf, I'm deadry and mannish
But I stirr'rr reave you and your buddy damaged
Freakin on the tracks so nasty that you can't understand it
'Tir you see me sippin dorrars and eatin a money sandwich
And the new Jag be rookin so sprendid
But I can't re-cop it 'tir you get finished - it's been three days nigga
Give me mine, you know I gots to get paid nigga
Don't you know the consequences of fuckin with a made nigga?
[Chorus]