Twista feat. Fiend Lifty Stokes and Oobie. . Yo Fiend what up man? (Yo yo). You rollin' with these Legit Ballaz right? (Whomp). Aight well check it out. Won't you tell these muthafuckaz a lil' bit about where you come from. [Fiend]. Fire arms sounds of alarms. Consistency in bodily harm. Where I'm from that's the norm. Fiend the ?. Lil' nigga ain't no man of creaton. Once we encounter the killin' spree we on. My defects have G's bet on. Niggaz dollars get they rep on. Speakin' with heat ? could bring death on. Nigga I'm called the killa. Cause every time he get it it brought chills. Lead that's what made 'em take his ass for real. I done ? survivor. He never wrote the name of his drivers. And wondered that the man can deprive ya. It's there in black ink. With millions in dirty green had to think. Lives depreciated over drinks. Call me twisted. Rope burns to the neck was insisted. And all his hope turned to "I guess should I risk it?". [Fiend talkin]. And that's why the law is laid down. You know what I'm sayin'?. From Fiend to N.O. to Chi Twista. Pimp run it now. [Hook - Fiend (Oobie)]. Now to my hustlaz slangin' cain. I said some survive the game. Some just get they names in the stories to be told. Why the young never make it old. Now to my hustlaz slangin' cain. I said some survive the game. Some just get they names in the stories to be told. Why the young never make it old (Why the young never make it old). [Liffy Stokes]. I live my life drownin' in homicide. Never let the drama slide. We killaz quick to let it ride. Send a nigga beddy-by when I let it fly. Niggaz be yappin' but they scared to die. Talkin' plenty shit till I cap off with the .45. Look into these smoke red eyes feel me starvin'. Feel me shakin' up that dope in my apartment. And picture me on top of the world and still servin'. Blessin' all my shorties with birds to keep 'em workin'. As long as my hood is tight my mind is right. Look at the dope line tonight just doin' aight. For the nugs. Y'all got paper I got paper so let's find some ass to jug. This struggle for power keeps us all up to no good. With constant heat we cruise the streets like cops on D's. With the itchy sittin' dead on the seat. For the wicked and weak tryin' to get down on what we put down. For this grid-ound that's why we stand firm with these rid-ounds. [Hook]. [Twista]. Never thought that the cries of my people would get louder. When Chief first came home with that glistenin' white powder. But it gave us power. Never thought them ? packs that had us buyin' clothes and pullin' hoes. Would have our new Starter jackets filled with bullet holes. (That's how it goes). And who would have ever thought that when we would rock this shit. That we would end up gettin' our whole block lit. By-standers got hit up. And who would have ever thought that women would be up on silent nights. Lightin' pilot lights. I would be crept on my a mask on silent nights. Now I'm wonderin' and thinkin' how can a man make a sack ??. Flip a new Lac with his work. End up in the back of hearse. Then be packed in the dirt. ? over turf can you hear the Mack when it burst. He get cracked where it hurts. Feel the automatic when it jerks. Comin' up in the land where the white and blue Dracula's lurk. Is that what it's worth naw niggaz got the chrome in ? in the whip. Never let the law get the low on the licks. Bet they got a mob and they mob full of tricks. You ain't on yo P's you gotta be. Fuck a ? strategy don't be punked like no lame. You just a Bone in the game. Steady baggin' work hittin' licks and stackin' cain'. [Hook]