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Twista - Runnin' Off At Da Mouth

"Ratatattat" by Twista.
Lyrics submitted by Loud Records 1991
Property of ChiBangin.com

Verse 1

sucker whack vicks, i ratattattat tactics
givin' 'em black kicks, mufflin' up the mic wit
funky black licks, tricks i be rippin' 'em like
hokus pokus focus on the funk g
tung be runnin' away like a punk be
rockin' droppin' the funk of the manifestation
that are dope scope the point of being whack?
nope never & no no
a dancer like a go go
oh no my lip be sorta kickin' sorta funky like a hobo
sucka, i'm like a hype hip hop gangsta gettin' dumb
instead of shootin' guns i shoot the tung
style pacino-i'm gunnin' 'em up controlllin'
your tung is like a tech 9-wastin' 'em
like i be spillin' juice-loose when chasin' 'em
cut them like tomatoes then be tomato pastin' em
facin' 'em gun 2 tung-let's see who'll win this gang member
i'm droppin' 'em like a leaf in september 2 november
froze in december rock over october so remember
when i shoot the tech 9 tung-timber

Chorus

ratattattat (repeat)
what's the sound of a gat-ratattattat (repeat)
show 'em how the tung smacks-ratattattat (repeat)

Verse 2

buck 'em down-sucker ducks i'm comin' to pluck 'em down
hope the hip hype hip hop horn struck 'em down climbin'
i'm never rhymin' simple like simon
but i'ma do what simon said
he told me to put that head to bed
givin' an eyeful-funky rhythm of a tung will
stifle-triple, cause i pop the tung like a
rifle, watch the funky words pounce
from my mouth watch 40 bounce
cappin' a sucka duck like a 40 ounce
some flows are whack but as for me
i cause a catastrophe-like callin' Allah God
steppin' to me is blasphemy
i shoot the tung like a machine gun
know what i mean son-a chunky spunky
tung if ya ever seen one
cops i give 'em props
they cap men mostly black men
my mouth will pack then smack 'em like a mack 10
bop, another head flown like a frisbee it is me
the clips from my lips can drop a grizzly hear me vick
i pack a kick for the ballistic-animalistic
ya didn't know my tung was this quick
cops that be cappin' thinkin' that be spunky
watch i hit them with the lyric & then
i'ma cut 'em up with a funky

(repeat chorus)

Verse 3

poppin' & popppin' & poppin' the flow of the hip hype hop
rhythm i bust caps
like i've been hittin' false teeth with raps
rip ya show apart
i know you got no heart to start i flow art
i got the style that even humphrey couldn't bogart
syllable serum
suckers hear come
a style to smack a man & it be sorta like a
smack of jackie chan
i pop the funky gun of hip hop i hop with hips
droppin' battle ships i put the automatic clips up into my lips
funky like a drunk i buck 'em like a hunter
my rifle will make 'em stifle like edith bunker
suckers i tag 'em my rhythm will rag 'em drag 'em
they felt the funky flow of the formula 44 magnum
minimum to the maximum cracks a maximus
charge tax & dust
thinkin' about waxin' us
dj jihad will slice 'em like lard
check & the funky cut rocks
God be gunnin' 'em up like buck shotts
cappin' a brother if he come in a centimeta
comin' to drop the style of tung and then i bet i then a beat ya
shootin' like me uzi i re-arrange a fella feature
fillimeter
me funky rhythm is like a 9 millimeter

(repeat chorus)

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