Huh?nWe the best, Twist' you at nigga c'merenSift ya lye.. c'merennExtremely hard to be the king of a city it's disnA nigga that could twist like thisnA nigga that could rip any shit that he getnNever balk and come with a metaphor like thisnFlow like dis, never broke but flow for the dough like thisnNever been a nigga that you know like disnCold like dis, but ah, it's just me and D-Mo like disnRespect is a must, got every nigga in every hood checkin for usnNever catch us catchin the busnNiggaz got whips, niggaz got loot,nniggaz got troops, got guns, got clips (what)nNext big thing, iced watch to go with the necklace ringnIced out to go with the rest it seemsnMore or less the more of the best you seennBig buzz, only rollin with big thugsnWe get in clubs you know you gettin ya shit bustnNot too many ducks is goin against usnIf ya don't know now, you'll know when ya lift upnRhyme till I can't rhyme no more, ball till I can't ball no morenTill I'm 5'9 no more, till the ice can't shine no morenWhich ever comes first, let's go niggannWho the fuck want what?!nWho the fuck want what, want what?!nnOne of a hundred niggaz'll hate my shitnEighty-nine'll bite, the other ten'll think of comin alikenCuz my shit when it come to the mic, 99 outta 100'll likenNever disrespect a nigga grippin the tec, it's my shitnPut the flow in affect with my cliquenGo to the death, flow the best, my spit - I'm sick, it's my shitnTry to get slick and niggaz is gettin hitnYou don't want that do you? It comes back to younAnd I ain't even tryna rap to you, so suck my dick, it's my shitnToo many willin to pin ya in rapnput a endin to that, do the math with menStraight to the lab, we're sendin you backnKeep going, you know that no one can last wit menStay armed with the biggest of arms, got bitch-niggaz hittin alarmsnEvery rhyme is strictly writtin to harmnThis my shit, keep every word of every verse in position to launchnNever gon' fail, never got plans of catchin a LnI'ma forever prevail, whatever you yellnIt's my world, everything else, c'mon niggannMotown, uhh..nChi-town.. 5'9..nTwista, let's go nigga uhhnnTell me who the fuck want whatnWhatchu murderous niggaz is ready to make the deck go up?nI could cause a scene to make you throw upnPut a bullet in yo' gut, bat em down and leave the sto' cutnCuz homie you ain't got no choice ta,nDat why you runnin to a real rida like Twista, or RoystanLet the thirty caliber annoint yanWhodie won't even know he hit till he feel his shirt suckin the moisturenVoice ya opinion if ya want tonKick-ass winner, kick up dust in the middle of the arenanSubpeona motherfuckaz like the courts donWe'll blast shortly ya nuts bust and it won't be a misdemeanornWe them niggaz that'll come approach yanShockin ya body our Bacardi keeps all ya nerves from bleedinnUntil we heard no breathin - two undercovers,nwe comin we get the dirty even; they know it's servin seasonnShit is good as gone, cuz I gotta bring the goodies homenThe petty packin penny brushin with the pretty pearl handlenPistol, Pelle Pelle pants and the hoodie onnAnd you comin with the Midwest shit?nRemember how we took you, you trippin off how we did that shitnSomebody tell me where the weed atnSome niggaz knew I was about to snap so he hid that shitnI was gon' get buck - come hard - get crunknGo into a thing and let the rhyme ride,nand hit them niggaz from the blindsidenAnd take the whole opposition down with my dog 5'9nCeremony for the killaz, bustin em off,nand comin off so you can bust yo' nutnThough I'm bout to bust yo' gutsnBut if yo' operation is hatin, who the fuck want what?