Royce da 5'9", Twista - Let's Go lyrics

Huh? We the best, Twist' you at c'mere nigga
Six July c'mere

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
Which ever comes first, let's go nigga

Who the fuck want what?!
Who the fuck want what, want what?!

One of a hundred niggas'll hate my shit
Eighty-nine'll bite
The other ten'll think of comin alike
Cuz 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

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
Cuz 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
Kick-ass winner
Kick up dust in the middle of the arena
Subpeona motherfuckaz 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 killaz, 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?