Lyrics

[Dreadlock Rasta] [Verse 1: Twista] It's the return of the rattatatat With the fatta' backpack full of raps for Backtracks plus that gat that I carry like a cellular Then they can tell you that Babyface bandit don't play and I 'fore they say [?] Done Daddy Wit more Beef than a patty from some suckers That tend to diss the Twista, to hell with dem dumb {fuckers} Respect the way I kicks 'em, I'm rippin' vics up Bloody spits up, and never gets up When I speed, nah clicks up Rips up with grammar when I damage ya like Jeru I'm torchering sucker punks, on backtracks I see Dres do Hit 'em with lyrical dropkicks, poke eyes with chopsticks Flyin' more MCs heads than cockpits With criminal topics, as soon as the Glock spits I drop vics Quick to commit a murder My grandma [?] told me to let my fat flow hurt ah Sucka that think he's phatta, ya got ta, smack that Fool, it's the return of the rattatatat