| Song | Twisted Heat - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Ruff Ryders |
| Artist | Drag |
| Artist | On |
| Artist | Twista |
| Album | Ryde Or Die Vol. II |
| 作曲 : Dean, Mitchell, Smalls | |
| 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 | |
| KILL!!! [Twista] | |
| Bounce that ass, load them cribs, let me see the mobbin' niggaz that, luv to talk talk shit | |
| While these muthat****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 ass and no gut let me see you jiggle it from | |
| SIDE TO SI | |
| DE Niggaz if it's static, then pass me the strap, gonna | |
| RIDE 'Til | |
| MY RIDE All the hoes that'll freaky niggaz, 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 nigga bust, they bustin' back | |
| Guys that'll roll them dice and win, girls with 'fits that show the skin | |
| Real niggaz mind your best friend at the pen, real hoes let your best friend know about men | |
| Cause I be squeezin' ass and'll make a full glass disappear like a genie | |
| Move to the | |
| LOX and Beanie, while them hoes backin' that thang up on my weenie | |
| It's like no nigga 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 shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz | |
| For the ones that smoke pot, do stick ups, and ball in our hood | |
| What do a nigga say when he say | |
| Drag-On and | |
| Twista (kill 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 bitch | |
| I don' ****ed like last night, | |
| I don't give a **** 'bout a 2 and a half mic | |
| Cause the only mutha****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 mutha****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 | |
| R-U double | |
| F, R-Y-D-E | |
| D-R-A-G, to the dash | |
| O-N Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave y'all, niggaz soakin', with your insides open | |
| Chorus: Twista (Drag-On) (2x) | |
| Swizz Beatz: | |
| ERRRRRRR!!!! | |
| Hold the **** up! | |
| Slow down! | |
| Drag, Twista, listen up | |
| These mutha****az don't know what's real out here (They damn sure don't) | |
| This is volume 2 (volume 2) | |
| Nigga, 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 ****ed with | |
| Mr. Illogical | |
| When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it don't you break it | |
| You booty to sacred, can't take it, wanna see you naked | |
| I don' drunk a boo mutha****a, so you know | |
| I'm lit up | |
| Everybody get up, sweat for tha | |
| Twista, it's a stick up | |
| Drag-On (Swizz Beatz): | |
| This where the shit pick up, let me load this clip up, just 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 bitch | |
| I got a dick that'll turn her out, especially when | |
| I tell her turn around | |
| I don' hurt her now | |
| Shit'll come back, and | |
| I think it's time to get murdered now | |
| I'm tired of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound like my shit | |
| You gon' make me pull a all nighter | |
| Standin' infront of your crib with that gasoline and that lighter | |
| That way we won't miss ya, | |
| Drag-On and | |
| Twista (Puttin' it on 'em!) |
| zuò qǔ : Dean, Mitchell, Smalls | |
| 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 | |
| KILL!!! Twista | |
| Bounce that ass, load them cribs, let me see the mobbin' niggaz that, luv to talk talk shit | |
| While these muthat 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 ass and no gut let me see you jiggle it from | |
| SIDE TO SI | |
| DE Niggaz if it' s static, then pass me the strap, gonna | |
| RIDE ' Til | |
| MY RIDE All the hoes that' ll freaky niggaz, 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 nigga bust, they bustin' back | |
| Guys that' ll roll them dice and win, girls with ' fits that show the skin | |
| Real niggaz mind your best friend at the pen, real hoes let your best friend know about men | |
| Cause I be squeezin' ass and' ll make a full glass disappear like a genie | |
| Move to the | |
| LOX and Beanie, while them hoes backin' that thang up on my weenie | |
| It' s like no nigga in the world could see me when | |
| I Ruff Ryde with | |
| DragOn Rollin' up big babies in a | |
| Mercedes, if you want herb we got bombs | |
| Chorus: Twista DragOn 2x | |
| Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz | |
| For the ones that smoke pot, do stick ups, and ball in our hood | |
| What do a nigga say when he say | |
| DragOn and | |
| Twista kill me | |
| Gangsta Let' s ride, hustla Feel me DragOn | |
| By know everybody should know, that the kid spit tight, and this kid spit fire light | |
| And the bitch | |
| I don' ed like last night, | |
| I don' t give a ' bout a 2 and a half mic | |
| Cause the only mutha 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 clickclick from the calico, | |
| I gotta go, make it pimp with a lot of hoes | |
| I' m the same mutha 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' coop' 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 | |
| ENYCE, in the | |
| NYC with the white | |
| T All I really do is | |
| RU double | |
| F, RYDE | |
| DRAG, to the dash | |
| ON Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave y' all, niggaz soakin', with your insides open | |
| Chorus: Twista DragOn 2x | |
| Swizz Beatz: | |
| ERRRRRRR!!!! | |
| Hold the up! | |
| Slow down! | |
| Drag, Twista, listen up | |
| These mutha az don' t know what' s real out here They damn sure don' t | |
| This is volume 2 volume 2 | |
| Nigga, so, get ignorent! | |
| Chorus: Twista DragOn 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 ed with | |
| Mr. Illogical | |
| When I' m in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it don' t you break it | |
| You booty to sacred, can' t take it, wanna see you naked | |
| I don' drunk a boo mutha a, so you know | |
| I' m lit up | |
| Everybody get up, sweat for tha | |
| Twista, it' s a stick up | |
| DragOn Swizz Beatz: | |
| This where the shit pick up, let me load this clip up, just pour me some liquor, | |
| FlameOn 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 bitch | |
| I got a dick that' ll turn her out, especially when | |
| I tell her turn around | |
| I don' hurt her now | |
| Shit' ll come back, and | |
| I think it' s time to get murdered now | |
| I' m tired of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound like my shit | |
| You gon' make me pull a all nighter | |
| Standin' infront of your crib with that gasoline and that lighter | |
| That way we won' t miss ya, | |
| DragOn and | |
| Twista Puttin' it on ' em! |