Let's Go

Huh?
 We the best
 Twist, where you at?
 C'mere, nigga
 Six July
 C'mere, yo
 Extremely hard to be the king of a city as dis
 A nigga that could twist like this
 A nigga that could rip any shit that he get
 Never balk and come with a metaphor like this
 Flow like dis, never broke but flow for the dough like this
 Never been a nigga that you know like dis
 Cold like dis, but ah, it's just me and D-Mo like dis
 Respect is a must, got every nigga in every hood checkin' for us
 Never catch us catchin' the bus
 Niggas got whips, niggas got loot
 Niggas got troops, got guns, got clips (what)
 Next big thing, iced watch to go with the necklace ring
 Iced out to go with the rest, it seems
 More or less the more of the best you seen
 Big buzz, only rollin' with big thugs
 We get in clubs you know you gettin' ya shit bust
 Not too many ducks is goin' against us
 If ya don't know now, you'll know when ya lift up
 Rhyme till I can't rhyme no more, ball till I can't ball no more
 Till I'm 5'9" no more, till the ice can't shine no more
 Whichever comes first, let's go, nigga
 Who the fuck want what?
 Who the fuck want what, want what?
 Playa, tell me why you hatin'
 'Cause you don't want nothin' from a nigga that'll open you up
 You gotta send it back up when we holla
 Who the fuck want what?
 Who the fuck want what, want what?
 Playa, tell me why you hatin'
 'Cause you don't want nothin' from a nigga that'll open you up
 You gotta send it back up when we holla
 One of a hundred niggas'll hate my shit
 Eighty-nine'll bite, the other ten'll think of comin alike
 'Cause my shit when it come to the mic, 99 outta 100'll like
 Never disrespect a nigga grippin the TEC, it's my shit
 Put the flow in affect with my clique
 Go to the death, flow the best, my spit, I'm sick, it's my shit
 Try to get slick and niggas is gettin' hit
 You don't want that, do you? It comes back to you
 And I ain't even tryna rap to you, so suck my dick, it's my shit
 Too many willin to pin ya in rap
 Put a endin to that, do the math with me
 Straight to the lab, we're sendin you back
 Keep going, you know that no one can last wit me
 Stay armed with the biggest of arms, got bitch niggas hittin' alarms
 Every rhyme is strictly writtin to harm
 This my shit, keep every word of every verse in position to launch
 Never gon' fail, never got plans of catchin a L
 I'mma forever prevail, whatever you yell
 It's my world, everything else, let's go nigga
 Who the fuck want what?
 Who the fuck want what, want what?
 Playa, tell me why you hatin'
 'Cause you don't want nothin' from a nigga that'll open you up
 You gotta send it back up when we holla
 Who the fuck want what?
 Who the fuck want what, want what?
 Playa, tell me why you hatin'
 'Cause you don't want nothin' from a nigga that'll open you up
 You gotta send it back up when we holla
 Motown, uhh
 Chi-town, 5'9"
 Twista, let's go, nigga, uhh
 Tell me who the fuck want what
 Whatchu murderous niggas is ready to make the deck go up?
 I could cause a scene to make you throw up
 Put a bullet in yo' gut, bat em down and leave the sto' cut
 'Cause homie you ain't got no choice ta
 Dat why you runnin to a real rida like Twista, or Roysta
 Let the thirty caliber anoint ya
 Whodie won't even know he hit till he feel his shirt suckin the moisture
 Voice ya opinion if ya want to
 Kickass winner, kick up dust in the middle of the arena
 Subpoena motherfuckers like the courts do
 We'll blast shortly ya nuts bust and it won't be a misdemeanor
 We them niggas that'll come approach ya
 Shockin' ya body, our Bacardi keeps all ya nerves from bleedin'
 Until we heard no breathin', two undercovers
 We comin', we get the dirty even, they know it's servin' season
 Shit is good as gone, cuz I gotta bring the goodies home
 The petty packin penny brushin with the pretty pearl handle
 Pistol, Pelle Pelle pants and the hoodie on
 And you comin with the Midwest shit?
 Remember how we took you, you trippin' off how we did that shit
 Somebody tell me where the weed at
 Some niggas knew I was about to snap so he hid that shit
 I was gon' get buck, come hard, get crunk
 Go into a thing and let the rhyme ride
 And hit them niggas from the blindside
 And take the whole opposition down with my dog 5'9"
 Ceremony for the killas, bustin em off
 And comin off so you can bust yo' nut
 Though I'm bout to bust yo' guts
 But if yo' operation is hatin', who the fuck want what?
 Who the fuck want what?
 Who the fuck want what, want what?
 Playa, tell me why you hatin'
 'Cause you don't want nothin' from a nigga that'll open you up
 You gotta send it back up when we holla
 Who the fuck want what?
 Who the fuck want what, want what?
 Playa, tell me why you hatin'
 'Cause you don't want nothin' from a nigga that'll open you up
 You gotta send it back up when we holla
 Who the fuck want what?
 Who the fuck want what, want what?
 Playa, tell me why you hatin'
 'Cause you don't want nothin' from a nigga that'll open you up
 You gotta send it back up when we holla
 Who the fuck want what?
 Who the fuck want what, want what?
 Playa, tell me why you hatin'
 'Cause you don't want nothin' from a nigga that'll open you up
 You gotta send it back up when we holla