Twista Feat. Memphis Bleek, Young Chris & Freeway

Twista Feat. Memphis Bleek, Young Chris & Freeway - Art & Life (Chi-Roc) lyrics

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Yeah, Young Chris, M-eez<br />

My nigga Free-Wheez<br />

The boy Twista, holla<br />

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My life on the track<br />

Up and comin'<br />

State Prop Chain gang, get low<br />

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It's the Roc, building, nigga<br />

Yeah, it's the motherfuckin' Roc, bitch<br />

Who hotter than us? Okay, okay<br />

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Aiyo, ever since a young buck, I been on the come up<br />

Known to dish the raw, dish the law if they come up<br />

And cheddar 'till the sun up, if there's a ransom<br />

And the law get involved then we never get it summed up<br />

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Never put ya gun up, if ya come round me<br />

I go to war wit' niggaz 'round the corner from 'round me<br />

You could front 'round me but I read through that<br />

Wit' the mili' and I ain't talkin' 'bout no Segal mac<br />

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Niggaz, see, shoot back, we can see to that<br />

Hit yo front letters, see through back, bring yo peoples back<br />

And I used to grind out on my friend's spot<br />

'Til his mom wanted my Tim bots<br />

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Now my paint got me discounts<br />

Or trans quo all around the world, like I was signed to Pimp-dot<br />

And if it's ten targets and I got ten shots<br />

I'm tryin' to leave at least nine out of them ten shot<br />

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I got my mind on my money, money on mind<br />

But some say, it's a gift, I don't write but I rhyme<br />

I complete songs with just one try<br />

Tell 'em it's no lie, I beef all my life, dogg<br />

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I never think, it's already there<br />

I find ways to say it so you motherfuckers hear<br />

And when you hear it, you feel it, you know it's real so<br />

This is how I live it, how it's pictured for real, nigga<br />

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I'm shittin' for real<br />

Diamonds against wood, underground king for real<br />

Big crib when I lay, yeah, I'm livin' for real<br />

Trust me, the guns come off the shelf whenever shit'll get real<br />

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Automatics and extended clips that's what I'm hittin' wit'<br />

Dummies in the black rhinos, yeah, they be killin' shit<br />

Masked up kidnap shit that's how my niggaz get<br />

Chi-town, NYC that's how my niggaz get<br />

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Yes, just picture me rollin'<br />

The Smith and Wesson'll stay goin' put a hole in yo chest<br />

It's just another hustle paper gettin' made and fold<br />

Get mad, you street niggaz finally made it<br />

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I swoop five, he know to ride, heavily loaded<br />

Deliver pies like cake, they go straight through yo payment<br />

Chump, you don't really wanna war<br />

With the State Prop clique, if ya clique shot us, squad up<br />

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S-P game so damn tough, the 4 4 in the 5th tucked y'all can't hang<br />

Transporter turned rapper, get a camcorder, film my life<br />

Still accomplished, tryin' to fill they cups<br />

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The rap version of Mandela, call my bluff<br />

We still the street dwellers, feel my pain<br />

I spit a verse and split a clip in the rain<br />

A fool proof when the full force open you up<br />

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Twista will rock you, you don't want the thug Apostle to pop you<br />

Hostile when I drop you, turnin' everything colossal to fossils<br />

I speak street gospel, all they life I spit words and paint portraits<br />

For real niggaz that hold down they fortress and serve off of Porches<br />

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Hit 'em in the body wit' the powerful forces<br />

That'll end all your doubt, make you clean up your house<br />

Bag up an ounce, hit the dance floor and bounce<br />

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We blessed wit' the talent, fuck wit this clique<br />

It ain't gon' be easy 'cause you fuckin' wit' Twist<br />

If you fuck wit Chris, Bleek and Free-wheezy<br />

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So speak and breath easy or the scutches my future in 3D<br />

I like wars, I'm from a city full of Vice Lords and GD's<br />

Breeds and Souls, 2-6's, Kings, BD's and Stones<br />

Spanish Cobras and all the true soldiers, survive and I'm gone<br />

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Watch me spit if for the killers and hustler's<br />

Flippin' all the pounds and bricks<br />

Hate on me, I'ma bust at you hoes<br />

And I put eleven down wit' a clip<br />

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Niggaz servin' fiftys and hundreds<br />

When I see you and I'm on yo tip<br />

Twista and this East Coast regime<br />

It's that chi-roc shit

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