The Come Up lyrics

[Verse 1]
Let me take you to the wicked wicked Westside
Where them n*ggas carry chrome and the best die
Where we worshippin' the corners that we fight for
City full of souls, breeds, gangsters and vice-lords
Bustin' pistols while we runnin from the five-o
Hit the adversaries up because we drive slow
I'm a killer, mayne, standin' on these corners
Hustlin' for my dinner, mayne, and if you try to move
As soon as I hear one shot
I'mma let the tec and desert eagle ride non-stop
If I have to I'll commit a murder just to maintain
Tell me what you thought I'm from a city where they gangbang
And I got that thang thang
Get it however you want it cop a fo' and then split
Hustle hard and work your way up 'til you holdin a brick
Cop an ounce of this 'dro I got the flyest sh*t in town
Bet you within a week you'll be able to get a pound
Go ahead and drop you can whip on 24's to get around
Gettin' paper make me feel like... (La-da-da-da-da-dee)

[Chorus]
Let me see all of my gangsters come up in Chi-Town
Let me see all of my hustlers come up in Brooklyn
Let me see all of my riders come up in the Bay
Let me see all of my killers come up in Houston
Let me see all of my b*tches come up in ATL
Let me see all of my n*ggas come up, MIA
[Verse 2]
Now let me take you to the motherf*ckin' Southside
City of Capone, get shot up for standin' outside
Don't talk no sh*t or you can end up on primetime
My n*gga Ty Nitti be holdin down the nine-nine
That's where the thugs lurk
I done been out there and seen them n*ggas put in blood work
When I'm in the hunnids you can always smell the scent of purple
These n*ggas always gettin' money in they inner circle
f*ck with 'em, they fin' to hurt you, gotta get they cash on
Necessary evil, they quick to put the mask on
Then they gotta put the mash on, steady bustin at each other
I take a tool and bust my strap and scream out "Free my brother!"
b*tch-ass motherf*ckers, I'm about to break 'em out
If they hit me before they get me, I'mma take 'em out
If we successful we gon' smoke a blunt and cruise home
Introduce him to his new Charger with no shoes on
'Til the haters move on
Fin' to set up shop now, gots to hold the block down
Gettin' paper make me feel like... (La-da-da-da-da-dee)

[Chorus]
Let me see all of my gangsters come up in Chi-Town
Let me see all of my hustlers come up in Brooklyn
Let me see all of my riders come up in the Bay
Let me see all of my killers come up in Houston
Let me see all of my b*tches come up in ATL
Let me see all of my n*ggas come up, MIA
[Verse 3]
Now let me take you to the motherf*ckin' projects
Where the true thugs, and the elite members of the mob at
Know somebody, better call them now don't try to tell them later
Better tell em where you from when they catch you on the elevator
The fiends lurkin, n*ggas serve in p*ssy hallways
Can't say sh*t cause they be gettin' money all day
Mercedes parked out front, chillin' with a hat c*cked to the left
In the ride with the Glock c*cked, smokin' a blunt
300Z with the Lamborghini doors and some hoes with a big ol' project booty
And the beat kinda hot but the cops wanna come
To hold the work, she got that duty
So they can't do nothin' to me
Servin flo' for the 'dro now, nineteenth flo' by the rocks now
Gettin' paper make me feel like... (La-da-da-da-da-dee)

[Chorus]
Let me see all of my gangsters come up in Chi-Town
Let me see all of my hustlers come up in Brooklyn
Let me see all of my riders come up in the Bay
Let me see all of my killers come up in Houston
Let me see all of my b*tches come up in ATL
Let me see all of my n*ggas come up, MIA

[Outro]
Yeah, some '06 sh*t
For all the real n*ggas and b*tches to ride to
Not none of that ol' lame-ass, metaphoric-ass ol' goofy sh*t!
This some of that real sh*t, that Chi-Town sh*t
That gangster sh*t, fool!
Twista b*tch...