Twista Lyrics
Twista Lyrics
"Warm Embrace Lyrics"
Stinkupuss Lyrics
Here. Lie alone. Death will come to rot your soul. Glories leaving you at the plow. Rotting
Here. Lie alone. Death will come to rot your soul. Glories leaving you at the plow. Rotting
[Liffy Stokes]
It's like I got the 4-4 cocked
On the block in it two door dropped
And my spot is keepin but hot
The pussy-ass cop throw some murder in the lot
My nigga got popped with a bullet that was meant for me
The adapt by T's and B's and the regencies
Fuck what the reason be, I'ma start squeezin these
Them niggas ain't G's, they wanna be thugs
And it ain't shit, to slang these motherfuckin slugs
The fools ainn't plugged plus ain't no hoes over here
I done dropped more dead bodies than tears
Brought to life momma's worst fears
Pictures of a son dyin from that hot ones flyin
Baby mama's cryin at the funeral
Cause the magnum lit him like a Black & Mild
When I rolled out on his ass on the solo
I caught him up on mo-mo cookin up co-co
I got to tip on the low-low
Busted in like po-po takin lives with the, oh no
It's a 4-4, mini-missle with a silencer for the whistle
My favorite pistol, cause when I let that bitch ride
I know the homicide is being carried out in official
Niggas steady bumpin gums, but don't want none
Because of these hot ones that explode on contact
A manic that's prepared to die in combat
Besides all that a 4-4 keeps me laced, don't be petty to say
I can see the fear in your face
as I reach my waist for this warm embrace
[Chorus]
I got plenty love
Self Made Man Lyrics
(Jay Knowles/Wynn Varble) I could say it's all her fault She never had any patience at all I'm a complicated guy And she didn't try to understand I could claim I had nothing to do With the fact I'm lonesome and blue But that wouldn't be true I'm a self made man Yeah I'm the one that fooled around And let the one who loved me down She had more of me than she could stand I blamed everyone but me But now that it's too late I see Nobody helped me get to where I am I'm a self made man I could blame it on the way I was raised Or I could say I was just to afraid To lay my heart in somebody else's hands I coul
for the 4-4(Jay Knowles/Wynn Varble) I could say it's all her fault She never had any patience at all I'm a complicated guy And she didn't try to understand I could claim I had nothing to do With the fact I'm lonesome and blue But that wouldn't be true I'm a self made man Yeah I'm the one that fooled around And let the one who loved me down She had more of me than she could stand I blamed everyone but me But now that it's too late I see Nobody helped me get to where I am I'm a self made man I could blame it on the way I was raised Or I could say I was just to afraid To lay my heart in somebody else's hands I coul
But when I pick it up, I don't wanna let it go
Because a nigga straight lovin' your warm embrace
I got plenty love for the 4-5
But when I pick it up, I don't wanna let it ride
But still I bust 'cause I survive from your warm embrace
I got plenty love for the nine-mill
And when I pick it up, I don't really wanna kill
But still I bust because I'm needin' your warm embrace
All you muthafuckas better duck and hide
Before I let it ride, the sucka stepped aside
Still I bust because I'm lovin' your warm embrace
[Mayz]
I love the element of surprise when I'm taking these hoes lives
With my customized 4-5
Get enough ammunition to knock off you, your crew and some more guys
You muthafuckas better get wise
Make sure your first shot is sweet, tryin to kill the elite
Cause you ain't gettin no more tries
Hate to make a nubian mother weep, but fuck it
Long as I don't hear the hoe cry
Split a beam between his eyes and make that bitch nigga so wise
No matter what the size of the warm embrace of my forty-five
Make sure the nigga crossed dies
You don't wanna throw them thangs
Cause when I cocked and aim it's time to think in a split second time
But Mayz ain't new to the game
I use the spark when the shots light up this tunnel of crime
But niggas get bucked for dime and it's like you're a m
Slowly Burnt To Death Lyrics
Vile smell of burning flesh Twisted corpses everywhere Licked by flamer fire Slowly burnt to death Eyes melted in their sockets Screaming as they died Flesh fell from their bones While they still were alive Slowly burnt to death Blood boiling in their veins Flames consuming tender flesh Slowly burnt to death Mummyfied pygmefied Reduced to infant size Twisted tortured human features Pain is their final deathmask Slowly burnt to death Slowly burnt to death
gnet for sinVile smell of burning flesh Twisted corpses everywhere Licked by flamer fire Slowly burnt to death Eyes melted in their sockets Screaming as they died Flesh fell from their bones While they still were alive Slowly burnt to death Blood boiling in their veins Flames consuming tender flesh Slowly burnt to death Mummyfied pygmefied Reduced to infant size Twisted tortured human features Pain is their final deathmask Slowly burnt to death Slowly burnt to death
Punk pretend to be your friend til they get close enough to your ends
To do you in, that shit puts me on ten
And make me wanna put the barrel of this solid fiend
Upon under that nigga's chin, plus he talkin big shit about war
Like he don't know my Speedknot Mob gon' win
But I dare one of you niggas to say my name
Cause I put a fuckin bullet into your closest kin
Just to get under your skin like a dirty syringe
Plus I know you can't win with a gun or a pen
So when you see Mayz come in the place you better say your grace
Before I fuck up your face like a can of mace
Before I get disgraced, I'ma catch a case
Maybe you hoes fear the wrath of my warm embrace
[Chorus]
[Twista]
With you my passion, nina squeeze off seventeen, for sure
Hold you ever so tightly, I love you nina and never wanna let you go
Miss Millimeter's makin a mockery of motherfuckers gotsta be ruckus
When I get my clutches upon this hoe
Itchin' to let the barrel blow
Like a sparrow, how it flow, like an arrow, geronimo
Spit 'em up and swallow slow
I reload, clippin' your ass crack, you constantly blast back
Payback from flashback, some bitches know
Bust 'til I see the chrome from the intro
You was fucked from the phasin', deep with the cuts and abrasion
Erupts and amazin', nigga, my nina bucked
Fuck the
Can't Run From Yourself Lyrics
You can run for cover You can run for help You can run to your lover But you Can't ever run from yourself No no no Because there you are No matter how far you go You can run to Alaska Run to L.A Run home to mama But you Can't ever run from yourself No no no Because there you are No matter how far you go No matter how far you go No matter how long you stay You can run forever But darling you will never Never find true happiness that way You can run for election You can run for your life Run for protection But you Can't ever run from yourself No no no Because there you are No
azin and enemies get tore up from the blazinYou can run for cover You can run for help You can run to your lover But you Can't ever run from yourself No no no Because there you are No matter how far you go You can run to Alaska Run to L.A Run home to mama But you Can't ever run from yourself No no no Because there you are No matter how far you go No matter how far you go No matter how long you stay You can run forever But darling you will never Never find true happiness that way You can run for election You can run for your life Run for protection But you Can't ever run from yourself No no no Because there you are No
Fool you be burnin' them with your black ass
Murderous hips, hurtin' the grips, ride on personal list
Deposition die for servin' them six
Everyone of 'em with a hit but some are missin' of a jerk to the kick
'Cause I be working my bitch
Tryin' to pimp her but she a wild and a tame thang
Kick a static on when she gangbang, blast in the fullest moon
Niggas better pull it soon or else suffer hellafied bullet wounds
And even though I stay clubbed with some thugs, why call 'em stug
When it comes to her love, it's none above she drawin blood
Static under the bra 'cause everytime I take a hit at the bud
And give you a hug you gon' pop up a slug
Drinkin' remy on the block, gotta bust the glock
When the henny hit the chest, bustin' smith-n-wess
Fuck the discussion, I'm bustin' 'em all, clutchin' my balls
If I see y'all be laid to rest, let me hit the sess
Loose revolver used to be a problem solver
But the nina made me a baller
No strap could take the place of the black nine
Leave 'em flat lines, feelin' fury, you was born to taste
From my warm embrace
[Chorus]
I got plenty love for the 4-4, 4-4, 4-4
Warm embrace
I got plenty love for the 4-5 (4-5), 4-5 (4-5), 4-5
Warm embrace
I got plenty love for the nine-mill (Nine-mill), nine-mill