Y’all My Nugz Twista

(Twista)
Yes yes ya'll
It's the Twista in the house
Over another tracks production
Normally I would kick somethin about the ladies
But I'm gonna kick somethin to my niggas
Cuz we roll B's together stack cheese together

(Twista)
All afternoon them shorties workin the tip causin havoc on the spot
Bringin much static on the block
Half sacks cuz money makin is the magic of them rocks
Try to make em uncock the Glock with the weapon of potention shit
U know they hurtin in my section
Yet a hustle gets depressing laws on the streets holla at the chief
And still can't get a blessing
They smokin wicked in the hood
Plus the people is gettin blowed itching to come at ya stash
Run up with the strap so fast
You gone they be already gone cuz they coming at ya ass
Trippin when the pistol tap ya glass
And when they get drama they gotta call up some holsta's
But you know my homies quicker on the chrome
And if it's on it's on then my mobsta's go nuts
To the rhythm of a slow cut
Let me ask you a question "Is it safe where you got your sacks?"
It's only one got two packs a case of static where niggas got ya back
Some real ass homies you can roll with
So when the phony ones come at you they be ready for the thuggin
Slug huggin heat em up like an oven hang tight everynight
Drinkin down cuz a cousins