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2 pac - don't get it twisted lyrics

[mopreme]
just ’cause a n-gg- come in he got style
don’t think i won’t flip it
don’t pull your file
but i got enough bullsh-t to deal with
i’m rollin’ with the thugs so
you must be on drugs to the head
get your -ss break down
broken half baby
i’m a feelin’ like a motherf-ckin 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 sh-t you get stroked
and all of that
and later be back for your motherf-ckin dope sack
kid it ain’t the type of day to play doughnut
don’t get your -ss sewn up
why you leakin on my blown out
hey, you’re mixed up like a bowl of nuts
you f-ck around and got it twisted up
boy, don’t get it twisted

[chorus]
don’t get it twisted!…..

[macadoshis]
it’s the macadoshis coming from the dark side
the park side where the o.g.s do ride
ain’t nothing but killers in the park
as many n-gg-s lost they’s heart
when my gat sparks
i’ll bust a cap in that -ss
don’t get it twisted
when i’m on a mission, n-gg-s come with mishy
you busters gettin disciplined
and you’re comin’ up short on your life
when i smoke you with this mac-10
when it’s on it’s on
f-ck it
i’m makin n-gg-s kick the bucket when i check em’ by inducis
ain’t no think to let my sh-t spin
you on my sh-t list hope you got a death wish
i tried to warn you but you missed me
you should have listened motherf-cker when i said:
don’t get it twisted!

[chorus]

[rated r]
n-gg-s got problems about gettin sh-t twisted
they need to stay the f-ck out of grown folks business
kids get a kick out of b-mpin their big clips
but don’t front no sh-t that brought no sh-t that peace started
cause i’m a cold hearted rider straight dunkin’
never through with my streets
never hurt n-body but my heat
east side brothers don’t hear me though
they’d rather get sh-t twisted and gather like hoes
b-tch make -ss n-gg-s 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 motherf-ckin rudy p–p
i snapped his soul, son
ain’t no d-mn thing funny when i spray your -ss with my tongue
and your mommy can’t save you now
cause you got the job twisted up
for f-ckin’ with a killer

[chorus]

[fade out]

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