thug life - 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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