Ruff Ryders - Twisted Heat - Featuring Twista And Drag-on lyrics

Swizz beatz: We know y'all out to drink 'til y'all throw up We know y'all sittin' on 20's We know y'all reppin' your hood But how many y'all k**!!! [twista] Bounce that a**, load them cribs, Let me see the mobbin' n***az that, uhh, talk sh** While these muthatf**az be scummy and'll go for the money, Ready to ride when they holdin' a lick Thugs with the chevy's, thugs with the trucks, The real gun runner never run when he bust Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt, Sippin' with a fifty sack under the nuts Hoes with a** and no gut Let me see you jiggle it from side to side n***az if it's static, then pa** me the strap, Gonna ride 'til my ride All the hoes that'll freaky n***az, with the 'fedi, Let's get buck up in the club And all my soldiers, fall out, gangstas, mob up All the homeys on the block, Anny up on the fin and let's go get us a sack Serve too, we got a custom 'lac, hustlin' pack, Til a n***a bust, they bustin' back Guys that'll roll them dice and win, Girls with 'fits that show the skin Real n***az mind your best friend at the pen, Real hoes let your best friend know about men Cause i be squeezin' a** And'll make a full gla** disappear like a genie Move to the lox and beanie, While them hoes backin' that thang up on my weenie It's like no n***a in the world could see me When i ruff ryde with drag-on Rollin' up big babies in a mercedes, If you want herb we got bombs Chorus: twista (drag-on) (2x) Gotta kick that sh** for the fine b**hes and all my nugz For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups, and ball in our hood What do a n***a say when he say drag-on and twista (wanna k** me) Gangsta (let's ride), hustla (feel me) [drag-on] By know everybody should know, that the kid spit tight, And this kid spit fire light And the b**h i don' f**ed like last night, I don't give a f** 'bout a 2 and a half mic Cause the only muthaf**in' magazine that i read, Is when i buy my gun from it How many bullets you could digest in that one stomach, I suggest y'all run from it And the click-click from the calico, i gotta go, Make it pimp with a lot of hoes I'm the same muthaf**a that's countin' that dough, Cookin' that coke to a pot of gold Cause my rainbow, is every color top that crackhead cop, I don't care i gotta cap me a cop As long as i got enough money to cop me a drop, pop enough glocks Drag open up boots by watchin' co-op's in convo at condos Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep up on me I run up on y'all in a cab with a meter on me And the only on leavin' is me And the only one bleedin' is you, tryin' to breeze with me All the roc is e-n-y-c-e, in the nyc with the white t All i really do is argue, Double f, r-y-d-e, d-r-a-g, to the dash o-n Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave y'all, n***az soakin', With your insides open Chorus: twista (drag-on) (2x) Swizz beatz: Errrrrrr!!!! Hold the f** up! Slow down! Drag, twista, listen up These muthaf**az don't know what's real out here (they damn sure don't) This is volume 2 (volume 2) n***a, so, get ignorent! Chorus: twista (drag-on) [twista] Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophical Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all missions impossible When i up the block at you, i'ma pop at you If your momma cry there's nothin' i could do Should not've f**ed with mr. illogical When i'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it don't you break it You booty to shapey, can't take it, wanna see you naked I don' drunk a boo muthaf**a, so you know i'm lit up Everybody get up, spin witha a twista, it's a stick up Drag-on (swizz beatz): This where the sh** pick up, let me load this clip up, Lust pour me some liquor, flame-on and twista, Let's see if you murdered who'll miss ya I love the dirty south, that's why i gotta dirty mouth That'll burn you out Tell your b**h i got a dick that'll turn her out, Especially when i tell her turn around I don' hurt her now sh**'ll come back, and i think it's time to get murdered now I'm tired of silly clowns, spittin' out weak sh**, sound like my sh** You gon' make me pull a all nighter Standin' infront of your crib with that gasoline and that lighter Now hit, we won't miss ya, drag-on and twista (puttin' it on 'em!)