Twista Who Am I Lyrics

[Timbaland talking:]
Da Da Da Da Da Da
Yes yes yes yes yes yes
It's me again baby Timbaland
And uh we doin somethin like dis
Hear da beat?
Uh
(clapping)
Say what?
Thats right
Thank you thank you thank you
(laughing)Uh right now Ima bring a special guest in
He gon' rip it for me like this check it out

[Twista]
Who am I n____ wid tha blunt steady trippin, sippin on the concoction,
with tha gun c___tin
Drum knockin, gotta get off
b____es and killas in the front watchin
Flowin with like a finna studda some
Betta come off a b___a ton, brotha run, I hope he said he were
Ima flow until my belly hurt
Pimp n____ rockin on tha stage an rock on in the petty shirt
Let it ruff, ooh
Feels like anotha one
Who you be? Mr. Shystie
The one who make you frown up like the lemon in my ice tea
The m____fucka most likely
To get a tuba with the opposition in my position
I break em off when I give em tha heat
Steady re' for rollin
Bullets body decomposion
I dismember the weak on the Timbaland beat
You remember the beat
Conversation we had
When my adrinallin was rushin
Check yo brakes and knee pads
When the twis to get tha bus in
Bodys gon' get rushed in
I can make em hit tha dance flo
Brothas, b____es, and hustlers
I get up in the guts homie, never phoney
Hitta wigga when he run up on me
Yall m____fuckas still don't know me
Let em' learn slowly

Chorus:]2x
Who you be?
Im tha one that stay high
Center maka up tha party, rockin bodys
with tha thugga hands up in the sky
neva shy he's fly
Who am i, who you be?
I'm the one's gon' get buck
T-straight from the Chi
Ribal, h___sydal, everybody duck
With tha party up and pimp struck
T-N-T now I say who am I

Who you be? Who am I?
The one who's surrounded by the wood
500 wid the ribs stickin through the hood
Up to no good thats why'd stay they misunderstood
And Im always in tha mix of some s___s
Scoop a shawty an she thick
And tha b____ getts grip in them hips
Putta d___ on tha lips top it doggie style, she my homie gal
So I tricked on that b____
Now who you be?
The one who's on tha dance floor
s__ gon be one of tha mass hoes
Freak on a bad hoe
you's could really wanna flash gold
Turn a hater to a sass hoe
Play an ballin up at Cape Town, strippin went down
Study, tippin off of CDs an Tapes
Though see n____s see Gs to take
Run up to tha car, got no thangs
They got CDs to break, no easy pace
Who you be?
The crime cause other obituary an uligy
Photo stank and yall be who to see
Only smokin it wid you and me
Lets go hang out where tha booty be
I was on sumthin, no frontin
Yello wide ol' belly in the po funkin
Grinnin while up in the curb
Wanna journey for herb
Always tellin somebody to smoke somethin
True indeed

Chorus 2x

The one thats flowin fluently
Make yo baby say goo to me
Whatcha did to her
Didn't ask why I hit her for
Cause the game like liturature
Get it Get it gurl
I don't know what you was waitin on
But if you aint wid a partna
This young monsters a fly guy
Shake a lil bit of dat body
We gon party till we sky high
To my playas an soldiers, shady n____s, young thugs and strap hoes,
pimps strikin fees and red bones
Ghetto fees and Gs an MC's for the rifols
The one that be kickin off air time
>From sunrise ta bedtime
All of yall need ta know me, the one an only
Pimp slach tingin twista from tha Chi
Makin compotition die slowly
Who am I?

Chorus 2x

[Timbaland]
Ha ha ha ha
Yall didn't think that I would do it again twice did ya
Ha ha
I do it like that, I put it down
For tha 98 or TNT
Thang ya know what Im sayin
Timbaland and Twista
Yall fools couldn't recognize could ya?
I put it down for all parts of the area
We out