2Pac

2Pac - Don't Get It Twisted lyrics

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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
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Publisher: Universal Music

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Released in: 2008

Language: English

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