[Mopreme]
Just 'cause a n***a 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 d** to the head
Get your a** 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 a** 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 k**ers in the park
As many n***as lost they's heart
When my gat sparks
I'll bust a cap in that a**
Don't get it twisted
When I'm on a mission, n***as 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 n***as 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 d**h 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]
n***as 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
b**h make a** n***as 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 a** with my tongue
And your mommy can't save you now
Cause you got the job twisted up
For f**in' with a k**er
[chorus]
[fade out]