Twisted Insane, T-Nutty - Got to Get Some lyrics
[Twisted Insane, T-Nutty - Got to Get Some lyrics]
You won't get that one I want them
I don't give a fuck about a nigga
When I hit em with that
Little niggas bussin from the babies
I be clashing I be puffin on
The bullet with the tool
And niggas standin abandoned
Well Id be damed if they was off in a phantom
If you don't know when the
Motherfuckers will do ya
Bullets sick em on ya they coming up on ya
Ready for when u steppin I'm standin
While busting to make em fill a
Nigga that be speaking the wicked
Is going through while they
Stick it I go ahead and
Would anybody fo reala
Fill em when I hit em
Made another nigga split it
Like a nigga name incism
Tripping off another dream
Feel him movin through my body
When I shoot him properly
And lay up on the trolley
Full of forty five beams
Stepping off up on the green
Takin away his spleen kill em by any means
Digging up in they jeans I'm a lunatic
40 of the E quarter of the weed
Pocket full of green
All I hear is please, when I shoot the bitch
Hoppin over fences
Chopping up some bitches bodies
In the ditches laying full of stitches cause
I'm with the sickness
While you looking for a witness
Steppin with the quickness
Hit em make the swishers
So malicious how I do the business
Bring the niggas to the centre of their doom
Feel the type of tension when
They walk into the room
Feeling comical funny phenomenal
Tell em Geronimo
When you will get hit with the
Shit that I get from the
I don't give a fuck about a nigga
When I hit em with that
Little niggas bussin from the babies
I be clashing I be puffin on
The bullet with the tool
And niggas standin abandoned
Well Id be damed if they was off in a phantom
If you don't know when the
Motherfuckers will do ya
Bullets sick em on ya they coming up on ya
Ready for when u steppin I'm standin
While busting to make em fill a
Nigga that be speaking the wicked
Is going through while they
Stick it I go ahead and
Would anybody fo reala
Fill em when I hit em
Made another nigga split it
Like a nigga name incism
Tripping off another dream
Feel him movin through my body
When I shoot him properly
And lay up on the trolley
Full of forty five beams
Stepping off up on the green
Takin away his spleen kill em by any means
Digging up in they jeans I'm a lunatic
40 of the E quarter of the weed
Pocket full of green
All I hear is please, when I shoot the bitch
Hoppin over fences
Chopping up some bitches bodies
In the ditches laying full of stitches cause
I'm with the sickness
While you looking for a witness
Steppin with the quickness
Hit em make the swishers
So malicious how I do the business
Bring the niggas to the centre of their doom
Feel the type of tension when
They walk into the room
Feeling comical funny phenomenal
Tell em Geronimo
When you will get hit with the
Shit that I get from the