Twista Trouble Lyrics

Hook

I want my doe or it's gon' be trouble
Somebody let them n____s know
I want my doe or it's gon' be trouble
Somebody let them n____s know
I want my doe or it's gon' be trouble
Somebody let them n____s know
I want my doe or it's gon' be trouble
Somebody let them n____s know

Verse I

I need a stove and a pot from you or I need a jar from you
I'm bout to cook up something horrible
I make a big chunk and I chop it down to particles
And sell a part to you, get this money is what I'm a do..ooh
A tall dog, call me mamadu from selling nuggets to your mama duke
Now I got money out the follicles
Try to stop me, I'm a put your name up in the articles
I'll turn a giant into a molecule
Peon and p____ were the man's parnets
I see straight through you, like you transparent
You ain't Capo, you run your man's errands
Low on the totem pole, but me I hold the doe
I'm never freezing below zero, I can't go below an 0...uh oh
So now I got digits, got critcis, f___ em, I got b____es that come back with it
Buss you in your cap fitted
You n____s ain't know I was that sidick, the chain flick up
Peep the chronicles of Twista n____m f___ Riddick

Hook (repeat 1X)

Verse II

Un huh, I rap scary, make A&R's get on the blackberry
Type into they boss, that every track heavy
If rappers was reverend's,I'm that Jesse
Or comedians, than I'm that Eddie
Football, than I'm that Jerry
You can count on me when you throw the rice
Married to the mob, so throw the rice
You are just a prototype
Son of the devil, call him dolemite
I'm on another level, but you wrote him right
You feen for that dro to right
He ain't nothing, I made him
Swift uppercuts when I dazed him
Give him cuts and abrasions, cause I'm too f___ing amazing
Huff don't get you paid and I'm making big bucks off of haze and
My dope gon' keep on coming back, like you f___ing with Jason
Vorhees, more keys, get killed for the pies
They yours to serve, but the hills have eyes...I'm watching
You should be due by Monday...huh
Well when I come through, have that money up
And I don't even wanna hear no funny stuff...hurry up

Hook (repeat 1X)

Verse III

Buck buck, my guns fire horror
A lil' money, you better wire mama because I am diabalicle to your life
I say sianara, better call God or hire Allah
Cause n____, I am lava
Flow out the volcano, to burn the village
These cooking utensils ain't giving to you
Boy, you gotta earn the skillet
When it comes to a cap, you gotta learn to peel it
When it comes to a track, you gotta learn to feel it
When it's your turn to kill it, musical materbation I'm feeling myself
I'm dirty and mansih, but a still leave you and your buddy damaged
Freaking on the track so nasty, that you can't understand
Til' you see me sipping dollars and eating a money sandwich
And the new jag be looking so splendid, but I can't re-cop until you get finished(it's been three days n____)
Gimme mine, you know I gots to get paid n____, don't you know the consequences of f___ing with a made n____...that's right

Hook (repeat 1X)