Artist: Twista Album: Dark Horse Song: 6 Rings Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro] Win it, win it, swish [Chorus: Twista] It's just me against the world and I won't lose No I can't lose, I'm a born winner (yeah) These streets made a beast out of me Six rings on my fingerrrrs - I'm a championnnnn (turn up!) Put your fives and your ones up (ones up, ones up!) Six rings, I'm a championnnnn (yeah) Gettin money, put your ones up (ones up, ones up!) Six rings, I'm a championnn Now ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball! Six rings, I'm a championnnnn [Twista] No worries, I been killin it since she was a shorty Still standin on top of my glory, and this still ain't the end of my story (no) Confetti pourin, they be all in the clothes that I'm sportin Six rings like Michael Jordan, same team, no Robert Horry Put me on the verbal court with my competitors I'ma be fuckin up all of them Money like I'm Steph Curry and I dish it out to my team like Chris Paul and them (Griffin!) So lose or you blame it on fouls and how they don't be callin them I put in work, I got rings, you can't tell me nothin, I know I earned all of them That winnin feeling I want cause if I get the shot I bet I hit the shot I'm in my glory while pourin champagne on my body like I was Chris Bosh They won't admit it, how many times I came back and did it They know that Twista be killin 'em when I spit it, give me a standin ovation when I visit (applause) Final four delivery (yeah) Hall of Fame flow (flow) Right up in the banners is where my motherfuckin name goes (that's right) But I ain't finished yet (uh-uh) I'm the exquisite vet They be like "Damn Twista, they ain't knocked you off yo' pivot yet?" (Nope!) [Chorus] [Twista] Who the fuck is you talkin to? Nigga I got six rings (ballin) Swagger, my walk like I'm Jordan, I know when I'm hot, fingers look like Kareem (when I pull that whip up) When I pull that whip up in front of the club I be knowin they seein it (seein it) And whoever dissin this cause they are fisherman watchin the finals and we in it (we in it) The league of the streets, winnin the game with a three on the beat Keepin that thang and it be on the seat, bust a shot at your brain and they flee on they feet (N-n-n-niggaz don't) Niggaz don't like you when you be like Michael, they run up thinkin I be slippin Long nose, 357 by my side, call me Scottie Pippen And I'm on bullshit, crossed over by the Windy City southpaw And I murder for the squad like an outlaw, everything that I say comin out raw Plenty niggaz I know pullin up with a Glock and a ki' Actin like they winnin the game, like they pullin up at the top of the key But I got them accolades, and I spit that fast shit You just an absurd sound, third round draft pick And when I win the game, then right there is your history Celebrate like we do in Chi-raq, we gon' tear up the city [Chorus]