Artist: Twista f/ Ludacris, Wildstyle 
Album:  Kamikaze 
Song:   Higher 
Typed by: JamaalBigCat@aol.com 
 
[Intro: Twista] + (Ludacris) 
Yeah, you know it's about to go down right? 
(Yeeah!) Got to let them know who is this? (Ludacris!) 
And who else nigga? (Twista, wooo, ahhh!) 
Uh, uh (check it out) 
 
[Verse 1: Ludacris] 
Sometimes I think that I got to see a little bit of brighter days 
Cause I confine myself to a city near you in a solid cage 
And you could look to the left or the right but I'm trapped on center stage 
And I could rap to the beat, but I don't know how to change my ways 
I still hear a fool and I track them, distract them, and whack them 
Jack a nigga for the day to days and I yak them, attack them, and sack them 
Get a weapon and I crack his brain cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro 
And it wouldn't be right for me to be around busters, and crawlers, and hoes 
But I'm a pimp at night, so talk shit and I'm a lift them up off of they toes 
With a street sweeper regulating quarters, and ki's, and o's 
In a two-seater, Ludacris and Twista with bags of dro 
Will You Remember Me lyrics

(Kim Carnes)
Oh how I hate when it's over
To say good-bye
No one could say we didn't give it a good try
Went straight for the heart with all we could feel
You gave me the best part
And I gave you my heart
Will you remember me
Will I be just another lover
In you memory
Long after tonight
And for as far as I can see
I'll remember you
Will you remember me
Don't turn out the light
Cause there's more to be said
There's a bottle of wine
We haven't finished yet
Guess it's all in the way
We live for today
You gave me the best part
Smoking, choking, get them open, croaking 
It's so potent - I'm hoping to keep on floating 
Soaking wet and you can bet, people I'm high 
I'm seeing lions, and tigers and bears - oh my! 
And I can't hide it or keep it hidden, good riddance I'm felling good 
I'm weapon-concealing, stealing my neighborhood 
Would, could, and should break a nigga off 
They'll see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls and (cough) 
You caused some vapors and I caught the throne, brain blown, honey I'm home 
Give me the microphone, and fools is like, "leave me alone!" 
 
[Chorus: Twista] 
Throw it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk 
If you want what I'm on, come on and kick it 
Let's ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk 
All the bad ass bitches that want to party 
Just shake it, great players get pumped 
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the party 
Get money fuck hoes, get crunk 
 
[Verse 2: Twista] 
(Look out!) I put a little bit of hash on some motherfucking purple haze 
I feel it all over my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi 
Got me up and then rippng shit in a rage 
In the netti cofetti with a belly, Gucci 
Timberland 
Symphony No.4 lyrics

Caught in numbers, steel machines, face flat on cold desk
Errors, systems, directions, could I really care less?
Aside from all these trucks and cars, and vacant spiral stares
Are visions of infinity from people who don't care..
These schedules clocks, and stopwatches, and plastic bank accounts
It sends a shiver up my spine, and fills my mind with doubts
Because anything is only big relative to it's size
And there is something else that's hidden, you will soon realize..
The wishful thinker terrifies the man behind the mask
tepping on the petal up in the Cadillac truck 
Want to get me for the wood 
Better get the whole motherfucking hood to come and give you some back up 
We can get into it and if you want to do it 
I'm leaking the fluids out of the bodies that want to come at this 
If they all get some blood for fucking with thugs that I bury 
My adversaries better not want none of Twis' 
Represent for my city, anybody that different with me 
Got to get him for thinking it's a game 
And whether you from my city or not, talk shit 
I'ma kill him especially if he say my name 
I've been up on him - I handle my business 
And I'm a stick him up for the scrilla, from K-Tilla, smoking on a fat piller 
Murder haters that don't feel a 
Niggaz claiming they want to bring it, but really don't be killers 
Balling out so hard the size of my rims grow to a hellafied sight-scene 
When the dough become no bigger, I'm going to drop that 2003 on 19" 
 
[Chorus: Twista] 
 
[Verse 3: Twista] 
We balling out of control, I floss on, play on, pimp on 
A speed deamon, pedal to the metal when I'm in the zone 
Hang on cause here I'm gone 
In the mot
This Time Around lyrics

you spent the night
in a steel hotel
where the birds whistled
where the birds whistled
you have to wonder
what's goin' on
and maybe this time
you're overdrawn
this time around
the pressure's on
you hope for happiness
your hand are scarred
i've seen your girl
you think she's cute
don't make her crazy
don't make her sad
the sky is painted
deep shade of blue
i hope for happiness
this time around
the pressure's on
you hope for happiness
your hand are scarred
erfucking wind when I'm sippin on Henn' 
I got paper, you owe something 
And I done came a long way from letting me hold something, to roll something 
Find a body, then fill him up with some adrenaline 
And then kill him and send him to the cemetery 
With a flow for the whole world like a poet, 
Check icy cold, your Pop's so hungry, he mends a berry 
Shit, and when it come to shipping good 
Who that?, who that?, I got the sack open 
And the herb got the flow so strong 
Hot them on crack, the track is for back-to-back smoking 
Never come up with it unwise, and he 
nigga you ain't untouchable when I spark the heat 
Coming at you like sharks to meat 
the blood is softly, I can tell when a mark is hard as we 
Come fully loaded cause I'm hard to beat 
always screaming where a beat and the dro at? 
You know we love that cut up 
In the back of the club with purple in the back crying 
Twis' and Ludacris get fucked up 
 
[Chorus: Twista] 
 
[Outro: Twista] + (Wildstyle) 
Pass me the.. 
Let me smoke my.. 
(Yeeah, this a Wildstyle production 
Twista and Ludacris collabo, get it, get it 
get it, uh, yeeah)