[ti:get it how you live] [ar:twista] [al:The Day After] [00:02.00]Rap Basement! Get it Crunk Up!! [00:03.00] [00:06.08]Correct [00:06.83]Twista and Scott Storch in a dropped Porsche [00:07.39]That new shit, check it out [00:08.44] [00:09.07]My neck on bling, cris on chill [00:13.73]Standing on the corner steady, trying to make a mill [00:16.53]When it come to hustling, got to get it how you live [00:17.53]And I'm on the come up, so motherfuck how you feel [00:28.41] [00:28.91]My fingers on frost, ears on froze [00:31.02]Hanging at the club while hoes slide down the pole [00:33.70]Rolling with the Gs and the Foes and the Souls [00:35.94]With two bitches on my arms, sporting thousand dollar clothes [00:38.43]Looking kind of stunning, so the cameras on flick [00:41.16]Ain't no motherfuckers out here that can do it like this [00:43.47]On top of my game, and when a hater's all fall [00:45.52]Imma be smiling, revealing my grill from Paul Wall [00:48.63]Shake it for me bitch, let me see you get loose [00:50.74]Let me see you sipping on some shit that's 80 proof [00:53.61]Let me see if Imma let you get up in the 'lac [00:55.97]Bend over so I can see how Imma hit it from the back [00:58.33]I hustle wit the rhymes, but I'm better wit the keys [01:00.89]And I'm clubbin' wit the pees, I get cheddar wit the fees [01:03.43]I'm always on the hustle, so don't ask why I succeed [01:09.16]I got flows, I got dro, I got whatever u need [01:27.76] [01:28.81]Tires on shine, rims on gloss [01:30.62]When it come to mobbing, Imma motherfucking boss [01:32.80]I stay making paper, behind the mic and on the tipping [01:35.59]I ain't stingy wit the dust, the whole crew ride slick [01:38.09]Think you shitting on the nigga t, I doubt that [01:42.56]My flow will make your booty move, like a house track [01:43.43]Have 'em at the party screaming, 'Get the doe', 'Get the doe' [01:45.17]And if I ever go broke, I guarantee to bounce back [01:48.16]If beats was like a tipper, then my flow would play the cane [01:50.59]Got shit to make you float off the floor, like David Blaine [01:53.01]You rich because I spit it universal to the drums [01:55.38]And I circle with some guns, blow out purple out my lungs [01:57.93]I pimp and fuck a bitch, I don't need to buy her 'lacs [02:00.35]I be on the move, staying paid pushing Cadillacs [02:04.27]Investing in my raps, if I don't make a quarter back [02:05.27]I throw eight balls to my homies, on the corners like quarterbacks [02:08.50] [02:28.53]Let me break your back shawty, show me what u got shawty [02:33.14]We some motherfuking killers, Chicago made niggaz making figures [02:47.38] [02:47.94]Teeth on bling, rolly on flick [02:49.93]Standing on the stage while I'm holding on my dick [02:52.30]Bout to spit a new verse off out the mobstaz new shit [02:54.91]Holla walla pop the colla on my new outfit [02:57.34]If you want war, you think you got rounds to come get me [03:00.13]I think you better go smoke a whole pound of that sticky [03:02.44]keep on talking that you're not hate around your committee [03:06.35]Imma dodge that nigga that put it down for the city [03:06.91]