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Lyrics: [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 bullsh** 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 motherf***in 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** you get stroked And all of that And later be back for your motherf***in 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 f*** 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 f*** it I'm makin niggas kick the bucket when I check em' by inducis Ain't no think to let my sh** spin You on my sh** list hope you got a death wish I tried to warn you but you missed me You should have listened motherf***er when i said: Don't get it twisted! [chorus] [Rated R] Niggas got problems about gettin sh** twisted They need to stay the f*** out of grown folks business Kids get a kick out of bumpin their big clips But don't front no sh** that brought no sh** 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 sh** twisted and gather like hoes bi*** 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 motherf***in 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 f***in' with a killer [chorus] [fade out] More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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