| 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 motherf**kin 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 motherf**kin 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**k around and got it twisted up | |
| Boy, don`t get it twisted | |
| Don`t get it twisted!..... | |
| 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**k 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 motherf**ker when i said: | |
| Don`t get it twisted! | |
| Niggas got problems about gettin shit twisted | |
| They need to stay the f**k 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 motherf**kin 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**kin` with a killer |
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