Destroy You

(This is, this is, this is Yeah.. yeah, uh-huh, uh uh, c'mon) [Intro: Krayzie Bone]

Yeah check it out y'all, it's them

Bone Thug niggaz

In the house with that nigga

Twista, DJ

Khaled Duece-double-oh-six, we 'bout to do it like this - yo [Chorus 2X: Krayzie Bone]

Just like that 9-millimeter comin to heat ya

Nigga we come straight for ya, out to destroy ya

They better believe as soon as they creep up

Niggaz gon' see how my tongue kill just like my gun, gun [Twista]

Twista spit it for hustlers,

Twista spit it for hoes

But I'm 'bout servin these haters like

I'm servin that 'dro

Spit for my gangstas and killers that'll put one in yo' dome

Spit it for my ballers and thugs that's addicted to chrome

Either rims or the thumper, now you ain't gotta wonder

What a Twista and here

I go and never on drama

With purple 'bout a pound, and my truck

I pound the sounds

And my 24's got blades on them that spin round and round

Back on the scene now, and

I'm always seen high

Still flow motion overdosin, smokin on green now

When I'm on them

Jordans, 20's look like 17's now

Sportin throwback

Jordans from when

I was 17 now

Still I'm steady (Po' Pimpin), still spinnin and hustlin

Still (Adrenaline Rushin) like when the pendulum's cuttin

Album comin out soon, but

I already had props

Pullin Benz's up on the block before

I met yo' pop [Chorus] [Twista]

The Twista, playa balla, slash pimp

MC Straight from

Chi-Tizzle my nizzle, never gon' get rid of me

On some (this is, this is) and they call us

C.M.T. When they drop on how pop on about how it's so fly bein me

With a lethal chemistry, put them in your memory

When you want that original sound, it's either him or me

The most underrated artist in this whole industry

If rappin was the

NBA I'd be

Michael Finley

Still I'm bendin and grinnin, still

I got pull in the club

Still I'm poppin my collar, grindin on girls in the club

Servin 50's, rims is bigger but

I got love for the dub

They love the

Twist' like love for the chief, and love for the thug

Cause I got that com' game, and

I got that bomb flame

Let alarms ring when you hear the don's name

I copped the

H-2-1's, some throwbacks like

LeBron James

This time around

I'ma let my nuts and my platinum charms hang [Chorus] [Twista]

T be poppin them tags,

T be coppin them

Jags And if the

T do a stick-up you be droppin them bags

And I'm from where they cock hats instead of rockin them rags

And if they ain't cockin them hats they be cockin them mags

T be thuggin and clubbin, "Oh Twista that look tight"

Don't every time he step in the party he look so nice?

I'm officially fresh in my gear as

I'm rockin mo' ice

And the Mitchell &

Ness from the year when

I used to flow like

Annilisms are my verbal metabolisms

Shadow's prisms and my thug mannerism's of cataclysm manor

Causin some dis-establishment-arianism

I vary in wisdom, wins only cause

I'm carryin ism and um

A street lyrical phantom, full of verses when

I chant 'em

When this shit here hit the street it's gon' be the ghetto's anthem [DJ Khaled]

Bone Thugs,

Twista, DJ

Khaled, LI

STENNN! [Chorus] [Outro: DJ Khaled]

Shouts out to

Steve Lobel

Krayzie Bone,

Bone Thugs,

Swizz Beatz

I see you

Twista, shit's crazy right here

Cool & Dre on the track

It's DJ Khaled, historical,

I'm a problem!

LISTENNN!