Twisted Insane - A Message To The Rap Game lyrics
[Twisted Insane - A Message To The Rap Game lyrics]
I did something last night that ain't
Done in what like 10 years
You know what I mean
I listened to the muthafuck' radio
Fuck it i get with the murder
Put 'em in a coffin
I am Abomination with the combination of
Incredible Hulk off of Sherm
If you get it mixed up with a nigga
Then you better know it somebody get burned
Never go reachin' for a nigga wouldn't gimme
50-50 till it is yo turn nigga betta learn
Come out the pocket with dollars and
Get me on the instrumental
I beat the pussy till the shit'll squirt
Upon a nigga but I wasn't gentle
Maybe it's my mental got a
Motherfucker goin' hella crazy
Hope he got some denim?
I am a gorilla, run up on a
Killa, put 'em in the river
It is that simple
Any which-a-way you get nigga I'm a rider
Walk up on you when you sleepin' and
I pop the clip in, homie, and provide ya
I don't wanna hear another word about the
"How you 'bout it, 'bout it, man
I really did it" i'ma walk up to you in the
Broad daylight then goodnight ya
Really though, i gotta be the sickest nigga
Spittin for my city though
How I go from being broke to fuckin'
Every single bitch up in the video
Pushin' level to the max makin' sure
Everybody ain't forgettin' my name
I ain’t gonna ever make anywhere in this game
Showin’ niggas pity though
Walk up on you like a vampire
Finna pour a body for the blood
Motherfucker, we are born there
And I really don’t care what it was
Fee-fi-fo-fum, hundred round drum
Hit ‘em with the buzz, I go nuts any minute
You start I'mma finish and put
Your body in the mud
Had everything planned out from the get-go
No record deal but still will hit go
Pull up on you
Put the pistol on you and then get ghost
Never ridin’ down the?perry? all up in my 6-4
I did it with no help and
By myself, so why you mad, nigga?
I really have no time to sit around
And just be sad with ya
I’m the one that used to run
Around and sellin’ bag switcher
Now I’m sittin’ in a
Corner, breakin’ marijuana
Rollin’ me a fat Swisher
Niggas actin’ like I’m not the one to pull
Gun and put it to his noggin
You could walk around with heat
Up on you here
But homie, is you really poppin’
Used to hoppin’ with the bullets
But the homie
Ain’t nobody even stoppin’… got him!
I be in the middle, in
The middle of December, puffin’ on the
Pinner, I am no beginner, pick her
I’m a sinner blood, I gotta work on my
Own self for certain if I gotta hurt ‘em
Obvious I fuck ‘em till the bullets squirtin’
Take ‘em to a different level
Where they meet the devil
In the closet with the hammer lurkin’!
On purpose, a nigga murder you and
Kill and hustle, full of passion
I told you I was gonna heat you and
A nigga see you, why the fuck you askin’?
It’s funny how you little
Niggas thinkin’ that the
Insane be actin’, till motherfuckers run up
On the wrong day, get their face bashed in
Done in what like 10 years
You know what I mean
I listened to the muthafuck' radio
Fuck it i get with the murder
Put 'em in a coffin
I am Abomination with the combination of
Incredible Hulk off of Sherm
If you get it mixed up with a nigga
Then you better know it somebody get burned
Never go reachin' for a nigga wouldn't gimme
50-50 till it is yo turn nigga betta learn
Come out the pocket with dollars and
Get me on the instrumental
I beat the pussy till the shit'll squirt
Upon a nigga but I wasn't gentle
Maybe it's my mental got a
Motherfucker goin' hella crazy
Hope he got some denim?
I am a gorilla, run up on a
Killa, put 'em in the river
It is that simple
Any which-a-way you get nigga I'm a rider
Walk up on you when you sleepin' and
I pop the clip in, homie, and provide ya
I don't wanna hear another word about the
"How you 'bout it, 'bout it, man
I really did it" i'ma walk up to you in the
Broad daylight then goodnight ya
Really though, i gotta be the sickest nigga
Spittin for my city though
How I go from being broke to fuckin'
Every single bitch up in the video
Pushin' level to the max makin' sure
Everybody ain't forgettin' my name
I ain’t gonna ever make anywhere in this game
Showin’ niggas pity though
Walk up on you like a vampire
Finna pour a body for the blood
Motherfucker, we are born there
And I really don’t care what it was
Fee-fi-fo-fum, hundred round drum
Hit ‘em with the buzz, I go nuts any minute
You start I'mma finish and put
Your body in the mud
Had everything planned out from the get-go
No record deal but still will hit go
Pull up on you
Put the pistol on you and then get ghost
Never ridin’ down the?perry? all up in my 6-4
I did it with no help and
By myself, so why you mad, nigga?
I really have no time to sit around
And just be sad with ya
I’m the one that used to run
Around and sellin’ bag switcher
Now I’m sittin’ in a
Corner, breakin’ marijuana
Rollin’ me a fat Swisher
Niggas actin’ like I’m not the one to pull
Gun and put it to his noggin
You could walk around with heat
Up on you here
But homie, is you really poppin’
Used to hoppin’ with the bullets
But the homie
Ain’t nobody even stoppin’… got him!
I be in the middle, in
The middle of December, puffin’ on the
Pinner, I am no beginner, pick her
I’m a sinner blood, I gotta work on my
Own self for certain if I gotta hurt ‘em
Obvious I fuck ‘em till the bullets squirtin’
Take ‘em to a different level
Where they meet the devil
In the closet with the hammer lurkin’!
On purpose, a nigga murder you and
Kill and hustle, full of passion
I told you I was gonna heat you and
A nigga see you, why the fuck you askin’?
It’s funny how you little
Niggas thinkin’ that the
Insane be actin’, till motherfuckers run up
On the wrong day, get their face bashed in