Twist - Thou Shall Not k** lyrics

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Twist - Thou Shall Not k** lyrics

[Verse 1: Wickett] A lot of n***as got a b**h in their blood - but they claim to be hard Till they get hit with a slug and then blood explains it all While everyone in the hood used to - think you was hard But it's hard to think with your - brain in the gar-bage I'm off the the chain when I - blast the mag I put what's left of your frame in a - casket bag I put what's left of your brain in a - plastic bag And what ever parts remain - hell, the rats can have 'em You catch hell in the alleys of these Gump streets They full of monkeys and money-hungry zombies We don't spit regular sh** on a crunk beat It's boring watchin' Pits eatin' lunch meat I'd rather see a Pit's teeth get sunk deep, rippin' out chunks and So this a done deal You don't want it with me, you might as well bungee Jump head first off a building and hit the concrete Now, can I get an Amen?... Amen If you f** around wit 'Wick and get your face caved in I'm the black Wes Craven, my staff just cravin' To crack, touch base, when they act dead brave and I Cod, I'll let my bullets +Moby Dick+ They'll be pushin' inside of you Nuttin', bustin' the blood gushin' inside of you Like Road to Perdition put them bullets inside of you Is what I would do, if I was you I really wouldn't f** wit' me Playin' me like a b**h, your sh**'ll get dirty If I up the thang-thangs, finna get ugly sh** hit the fan mayne, sh** get bloody And when it go down - of course you're scared Your brothers they want some - the more the merrier If they run up, it's just to go to the - morgue And step into my world - at the mortuary [Verse 2: Big Pimp] I leave your block wit' your head wide open OUT THE WINDOW, with my AK smokin' Bro' close your do', expose ya to the hocus pocus And you motherf**ers know its bogus (And you know it's bogus... that's how it is, that's how it has to be) And I'mma stop all you motherf**ers from laughin' at me When I bust all the gla** in your cla**ic Caprice Instead of blastin' me, where was you? Runnin' your lyrical catastrophe I hit the block with the Glock, cause that's how it has to be You ridin' partial, blow your brains in the pa**enger seat You got that program and schedule, sh** f**er, pa** it to me It's a tragedy, how I run up in the church where your pastor be Or I'mma have to see, how you layin' right beside him in your casket bleedin' Tell them s**er emcees we havin' ma** this evening [Verse 3: Wickett & Twist] Baptized in the blood of 2Pac and Jesus Hollows from my Glock and your Glock releasin' n***as from my block and your block deceasin' Can't stop and won't stop because we still breathin' co*k back and pop, n***as drop, it's so easy Run up and burn up a n***a house when he sleepin' Cut up and turned out that he's alive when he screamin' Run up in your house and snatch both of your neices SAWED-OFF PUMP, PUSH ALL OF YOUR TEETH IN One n***a jump, b*tch ALL US BEEFIN' One of y'all jump, b*tch ALL Y'ALL BLEEVIN'(all y'all bleevin') Never knew the real reason what I'm shootin' for Get off your knees, why you prayin' to God?... It's too late to repent, you better off prayin' to Lucifer What I'mma use you for, ten G's I'll do you for Another five I'll do your gul, I'll lose your gul I ain't k**in' y'all by myself I'm like O.J. - it's two of us(Get it..two of us) I won't hesitate to numb you bruh, won't hesitate to burn you bruh I got a message... when you get to hell.. Ask that b**h n***a what he k** my uncle for [Verse 4: Mr. G-stacka] I come through strapped with two tec-9's I wish a motherf**er try to come and test mine I put this gat so close to your back spine When I clap iron, b**h your back flyin' I'm kinda gettin' tired of sellin' crack dimes Or sittin' up in my house tryin' to sack pine Or runnin' through my hood from the one-time Who sometimes, supply the dime, for me to grind I just wanna know, do you "Feel Me Ni"? co*k that thang, throw it in the sky I'mma let this b**h loose if you n***as try Tell them ho-a**-n***as I ain't scared to die I ain't scared to ride, I ain't scared to taunt My semi-automatic leavin' n***as burnt A couple motherf**ers got hit with the gun The other motherf**ers wake up from the oak tree hung b**h, I'm dirty slum, so I ride 'round with a rusty pump I keep it kinda close, f** in the trunk When the war pop off I'm the first to dump Throw them bows in your chest like Olajuwon Ain't no stoppin' when we ridin' - comin' at you chump I'm the reason for the bleedin' - why you actin' dumb Cause my hollows have you hollerin' at the top of your lungs - you filthy scum [**Pause - Mr. G-stacka continues**] My 'K'll heat-seek and knock a n***a off his feet And leave him face down on this hot concrete, if this b**h want beef Then me and my n***as creepin' knockin' off his whole street - good grief You get the picture?... Now motherf**er get your issue Cause soon as I get you, I'm usin' my pistol, to carve and split you And scare up your tissue, you b**h you [Verse 5: Lil' Twist] Jackin' other n***as for dollars, that's my motto Eliminatin' p**y n***as with pistol poppin' hollows To say I would never - f** your bandana, here the block go From bustin' concussions with simple motherf**in' pot holes On the offense, a p**y eater want get to even know what I hit like In the mist of the trigger clickin', n***as b**hin' for dear life Be prepared for war cause I'm tellin', gunnin' you all Carry my coat with clip, that's what the clip said and blew you roof off ROOF OFF, sh** was haul by U-Haul You jump, and hit the trunk up with the pump and I do y'all You f**in' f*ggots can't hack it, a** backwards like RuPaul Remember my n***a, you tremblin' get your chest blew off These rules and regulations, to you, they do apply So cuz is poppin', your other option is to die You couldn't resist, and get blitzed at the drop of a dime But I came for the cheese, so motherf**er why try n***as I never heard of, get murdered I'll pull your skirt up and show the world that you're p**y And just show what this uzi - a' do You motherf**ers ain't gon' believe that I'mma gut ya Blow your bones out the structure, gonna show ya that I can touch ya - fu*k YA Gunnin' y'all, then I hit 'em hard Split 'em apart when I let it off, but you'll be better off With flesh floatin', open, in a ocean Holes poked in your throat and still smokin' H-V n***a, Riverside - I get you motherf**ers hog tied, if n***as try I give a fu*k - what your men do, what you been through Why you went to the pen dude, or who you kin to Simple, I'm a fool black, shoot back where your kids go to school at It's hard to react when the Mac go click-clack Four shots in your skull, and your b**h back - get that?