Testo Suicide - Twista
Testo della canzone Suicide (Twista), tratta dall'album The Wicked Streets of Chi - The First Episode
Uh, dem wanna test the champion, it can't be done
You're walkin' barbed wire, watch me carve liars, the shogun
Cut to duck, fuck Naughty, I'm in that hate ya nature
Ready to break ya, stake ya, claimin' I raped ya (Faker)
Take ya to degrees, deeper than death, a diss'll get ya pissed
And missed a split ya wrist, thinkin' I bit ya twist, now picture this
Me bitin' somethin' from you and you can't top me
Better yet stop me, or drop me
Yo, technique is sloppy, check my flow autopsy
Copy ya, never be cleverly, my shit blows up
Leavin' 'em froze up, straight from the toes up if he shows up
In my city, we run shit like the prezza do
Turn you to residue, snatch up your revenue
Rip this and that like Dres'll do, feds'll view
Your dead bodies after we cut ya hair short
Dissin' Chi? Why dare, sport? We fly more heads than airports
Thinkin' ya hard, but when I pull ya card, I bet ya stretch
Go fetch a Treach, I'll make him disappear like Etch A Sketch
Wretched nigga, keep Chi out ya mouth or get ya neck split
Quickly I used to wreck shit, but now, punk, I'm on some next shit
Check it, the crew ya tried is makin' sure ya blue inside
Face the beatdown, bitch nigga, fuckin' wit' Chi? Suicide
Suicide when you're fuckin' with the Chi (Boo-yah)
I wonder, I wonder why motherfuckers wanna die
Suicide when you're fuckin' with the Chi (Boo-yah)
I wonder, I wonder why motherfuckers wanna die
Suicide when you're fuckin' with the Chi (Boo-yah)
I wonder, I wonder why motherfuckers wanna die
Suicide when you're fuckin' with the Chi (Boo-yah)
I wonder, I wonder why motherfuckers wanna die
I come deep as gopher tactics, pop 'em like prophylactics
With flowmatics, no statics, takin'
Breakin' punks off, I'm a pro at it
Go at it with whoever, crew never cracks, pack gats
Fuck ya chains and locks, chainsaws
Hatchets, butter cutters, and bats
Braids and blades and machetes, petty shit ya carry
Can't scare me, fairy, burn your obituary at the cemetery
Two to a casket, heads in bread baskets
Dead when lead blasted, burn 'em like acid, fuck a ghetto bastard
Huh, come with that hey-ho, better stay low
End up with a halo, spread blood like mayo
Looks like a TKO, say no
To treachery, bet ya be thinkin' ya gankin'
I do the shankin', Naughty kids always get a spankin'
So, uh, go diss some more MC's instead of these
Punk, ya better ease or get ya head
Filled up with holes like cheddar cheese
Never let or breathe, blow me down, kid, this ain't the season
Tongue twist back to Chicago, bitch, who told you I was leavin'?
Suicide when you're fuckin' with the Chi (Boo-yah)
I wonder, I wonder why motherfuckers wanna die
Suicide when you're fuckin' with the Chi (Boo-yah)
I wonder, I wonder why motherfuckers wanna die
Suicide when you're fuckin' with the Chi (Boo-yah)
I wonder, I wonder why motherfuckers wanna die
Suicide when you're fuckin' with the Chi (Boo-yah)
I wonder, I wonder why motherfuckers wanna die
Selecta, my DJ cuts up, B-Hype says, "What's up?"
Let's beat the nuts up, eat the ducks up, and sweep they guts up
The things I bring will make ya spring forward and later fall back
Talkin' 'bout Twist' and don't impress you like your shit is all that
Go get ya Tecs, I got grenades that pack pins, be quick to stack men
Black men with MAC-10s ready to let they fingers back bend
And if I catch ya dreamin' of dissin' and schemin'
You'll find intoxicated demons suckin' semen, hear what I'm screamin'?
Huh, another pussy wants to break me in, a homo sapien
Beat 'em down and won't give a fuck what type of shape he in
Yellow's the color of the cape he in
Punk, ya style'll be facin' fatality
Split his head like a personality
While I be crackin' heads like jokes, leave a tight stitch
For dissin' my hype pitch, fuck you and
That white bitch, I'm hopin' ya mic switch
Remember that show on the West, thought I was a wimp? Man, please
The pimp slams G's, swing on MC's like chimpanzees
Get ya nose bust, bones broke, neck
Cracked, wrist split with this shit
Talkin' shit 'bout the Chi behind my back, now you get dissed, bitch
What's up, nigga? Come on, step, unless ya just a sucker
Fuckin' with Chi? Suicide mission, motherfucker
Suicide when you're fuckin' with the Chi (Boo-yah)
I wonder, I wonder why motherfuckers wanna die
Suicide when you're fuckin' with the Chi (Boo-yah)
I wonder, I wonder why motherfuckers wanna die
Suicide when you're fuckin' with the Chi (Boo-yah)
I wonder, I wonder why motherfuckers wanna die
Suicide when you're fuckin' with the Chi (Boo-yah)
I wonder, I wonder why motherfuckers wanna die
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Writer(s): Irving Lorenzo, Larry Ogletree, D. Jordan
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