Get It How You Live (Explicit) - Twista

Lyrics by：Frederick "Toxic" Taylor/Scott Storch/Twista

Double S never less baby

Twista and Scott Storch in a dropped Porsche

That new s**t check it out

My neck on bling cris on chill

Standing on the corner steady trying to make a mill

When it come to hustling got to get it how you live

And I'm on the come up so motherf**k how you feel

My neck on bling cris on chill

Standing on the corner steady trying to make a mill

When it come to hustling got to get it how you live

And I'm on the come up so motherf**k how you feel

My fingers on frost ears on froze

Hanging at the club while hoes slide down the pole

Rolling with the Gs and the Foes and the souls

With two b***hes on my arms sporting thousand dollar clothes

Looking kind of stunning so the cameras on flick

Ain't no motherf**kers out here that can do it like this

On top of my game and when a hater's all fall

Imma be smiling revealing my grill from Paul Wall

Shake it for me b***h let me see you get loose

Let me see you sipping on some s**t that's 80 proof

Let me see if I'mma let you get up in the 'lac

Bend over so I can see how

I'mma hit it from the back

I hustle wit the rhymes but I'm better wit the keys

And I'm clubbin' wit the pees

I get cheddar wit the fees

I'm always on the hustle so

Don't ask why I succeed

I got flows I got dro

I got whatever you need

My neck on bling cris on chill

Standing on the corner steady trying to make a mill

When it come to hustling got to get it how you live

And I'm on the come up so motherf**k how you feel

My neck on bling cris on chill

Standing on the corner steady trying to make a mill

When it come to hustling got to get it how you live

And I'm on the come up so motherf**k how you feel

Tires on shine rims on gloss

When it come to mobbing I'mma motherf**king boss

I stay making paper behind the mic

And on the tipping

I ain't stingy wit the dust the whole crew ride slick

Think you shitting on the n***a t

I doubt that

My flow will make your booty move like a house track

Have 'em at the party screaming

Get the doe get the doe

And if I ever go broke I guarantee to bounce back

If beats was like a tipper then my flow

Would play the cane

Got s**t to make you float

Off the floor like David Blaine

You rich because I spit it universal to the drums

And I circle with some guns blow out purple out my lungs

I pimp and f**k a b***h

I don't need to buy her 'lacs

I be on the move staying paid pushing Cadillacs

Investing in my raps if

I don't make a quarter back

I throw eight balls to my homies

On the corners like quarterbacks

My neck on bling cris on chill

Standing on the corner steady trying to make a mill

When it come to hustling got to get it how you live

And I'm on the come up so motherf**k how you feel

My neck on bling cris on chill

Standing on the corner steady trying to make a mill

When it come to hustling got to get it how you live

And I'm on the come up so motherf**k how you feel

Let me break your back shawty

Show me what you got shawty

We some motherfuking killers Chicago

Made niggaz making figures

Let me break your back shawty

Show me what you got shawty

We some motherfuking killers Chicago

Made niggaz making figures

Teeth on bling rolly on flick

Standing on the stage while I'm holding on my dick

'Bout to spit a new verse off out the mobstaz new s**t

Holla walla pop the colla on my new outfit

If you want war you think you got rounds

To come get me

I think you better go smoke a whole pound of that sticky

Keep on talking that you're not hate

Around your committee

I'mma dodge that n***a that put it down for the city

My neck on bling cris on chill

Standing on the corner steady trying to make a mill

When it come to hustling got to get it how you live

And I'm on the come up so motherf**k how you feel

My neck on bling cris on chill

Standing on the corner steady trying to make a mill

When it come to hustling got to get it how you live

And I'm on the come up so motherf**k how you feel

My neck on bling cris on chill

Standing on the corner steady trying to make a mill

When it come to hustling got to get it how you live

And I'm on the come up so motherf**k how you feel

My neck on bling cris on chill

Standing on the corner steady trying to make a mill

When it come to hustling got to get it how you live

And I'm on the come up so motherf**k how you feel