Don’t Get it Twisted

Just ’cause a nigga come and he got style
Don’t think I won’t flip it, don’t pull your file
But I got enough bullshit to deal with
I’m rollin’ with the thugs so
You must be on drugs to the head
Get your ass break down
Broken half baby
I’m a feelin’ like a motherfuckin psychopathic
And if you got beef best leave it in the freezer
I’m no joke
Mopreme straight lo
And you could get smoked
You hook the shit you get stroked
And all of that
And later be back for your motherfuckin dope sack
Kid it ain’t the type of day to play doughnut
Don’t get your ass sewn up
Why you leakin’ on my blown out
Hey, you’re mixed up like a bowl of nuts
You fuck around and got it twisted up
Boy, don’t get it twisted

[Chorus] (x2)
(You know who you fuckin with?)
Don’t get it twisted!
Don’t get it twisted!
Don’t get it twisted!
Don’t get it twisted!

It’s the Macadoshis comin’ from the dark side
The parkside where the O.G’s hoo ride
Ain’t nothin’ but killas in the park
As many niggas lost they heart
When my gat sparks
I’ll bust a cap in that ass; don’t get it twisted
When I’m on a mission, niggas come up missin’
You bustas gettin’ disciplined
And you’re comin’ up short on your life
When I split you with this mac-10
When it’s on it’s on; fuck it
I’m makin’ niggas kick the bucket when I jack ’em for they duckets
Ain’t no thing to let my shit spit
You on my shit list, punk you got a death wish
I tried to warn you but you missed it
You should have listened motherfucker when I said:
Don’t get it twisted!


[Rated R]
Niggas got problems about gettin shit twisted
They need to stay the fuck out of grown folks business
Kids get a kick out of bumpin’ their big clips
But don’t front no shit that brought no shit that peace started
Cause I’m a cold hearted rider straight dunkin’
Never through with my streets
Never hurt nobody but my heat
East Side brothers don’t hear me though
They’d rather get shit twisted and gather like hoes
Bitch make ass niggas when I caught ’em
Couldn’t bust a drape if they wanted
They’re soft like Charmin
But I don’t sweat varmits
I suffer with my black group
Just a one-day murderer
On the motherfuckin’ Rudy Poop
I snapped his soul, son
Ain’t no damn thing funny when I spray your ass with my tongue
And your mommy can’t save you now
Cause you got the job twisted up
For fuckin’ with a killer

[Chorus] (to fade)