Tytuł: Don't Get It Twisted

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[Mopreme]
  Just 'cause a nigga come in 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]
  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 niggas lost they's 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 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
  Fuck it
  I'm makin niggas kick the bucket when I check em' by inducis
  Ain't no think to let my shit spin
  You on my shit list hope you got a death wish
  I tried to warn you but you missed me
  You should have listened motherfucker when i said:
  Don't get it twisted!
  
  [chorus]
  
  [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]
  
  [fade out]