Twista - Art And Life (Chi-Roc) Lyrics

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Yeah Young Chris M Eez my nigga Free Wheez

The boy Twista holla my life on the track okay

Up an' comin' State Prop Chain gang that's right

Get low it's the Roc in the building nigga holla

It's the motherfuckin' Roc bitch who hotter than us? Okay okay

Ayo ever since a young buck I been on the come up

Known to dish the raw dish the law if they come up

An' cheddar 'till the sun up if there's a ransom

An' the law get involved then we never get it summed up

Never put ya gun up ya come round me

I go to war wit' niggaz 'round the corner from 'round me

You could front 'round me but I read through that

Wit' the mili an' I ain't talkin' 'bout no Segal mac

Niggaz see shoot back we can see to that

Hit yo front letters see through back bring yo peoples back

An' I used to grind out on my friend's spot

'Til he's mom wanted my Tim bots

Now my paint got me discounts

Or trans-quo all around the world like I was signed to Pimp dot

An' if it's ten targets an' I got ten shots

I'm tryin' to leave at least nine out of them ten shot

I got my mind on my money money on my mind

But some say it's a gift I don't write but I rhyme

I complete songs with just one try

Tell 'em it's no lie I be flo' all my life dog

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I never think it's already there

I find ways to say it so you motherfuckers hear it

An' when you hear it you feel it you know it's real

So this is how I live it how it's pictured for real nigga

I'm shittin' for real

Diamonds against wood underground king for real

Big crib when I lay yeah I'm livin' for real

Trust me the guns come off the shelf whenever shit'll get real

Automatics an' extended clips that's what I'm hittin' wit'

Dummies in the black rhinos yeah they be killin' shit

Masked up kidnap shit that's how my niggaz get

Chi town NYC that's how my niggaz get

Yes just picture me rollin'

The Smith an' Wesson'll stay goin' put a hole in yo' chest

It's just another hustle paper gettin' made an' fold

Get mad you street niggaz finally made it

I swoop five he know the ride heavily loaded

Deliver pies like cake they go straight through yo payment

Yup chump you don't really wanna war

With the State Prop clique if ya clique shot us squad up

S.P. game so damn tough

The fo' fo' in the 5th tucked ya'll can't hang

Transporter turned rapper get a camcorder film my life

Still accomplished tryin' to fill they cups

The rap version of Mandela call my bluff

We still the street dwellers feel my pain

I spit a verse an' split a clip in the rain

A foolproof when the full force open you up

Twista will rock you you don't want the thug apostle to pop you

Hostile when I drop you turnin' everything colossal to fossils

I speak street gospel all they life I spit words an' paint portraits

For real niggaz that hold down they fortress an' serve off of porches

Hit 'em in the body wit' the powerful forces that'll end all your doubt

Make you clean up your house bag up an ounce

Hit the dance floor an' bounce

We blessed wit' the talent fuck wit this clique it ain't gon' be easy

'Cause you fuckin' wit' Twist if you fuck wit Chris

Bleek an' Free Wheezy

So speak an' breath easy or the scutches my future in 3D

I like wars I'm from a city full of Vice Lords an' GDs

Breeds an' Souls two sixes Kings BD's an' Stones

Spanish cobras an' all the true soldiers survive an' I'm gone

Watch me spit if for the killers an' hustlers

Flippin' all the pounds an' bricks

Hate on me I'ma bust at you hoes an' I put eleven down wit' a clip

Niggaz servin' fiftys an' hundreds when I see you an' I'm on yo tip

Twista an' this East Coast regime it's that Chi Roc shit

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