Got It Twisted

Mobb Deep

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    [Havoc]
    Yo..yo..ain't no party once we crash the party
    I'ma squeeze shorty then vacate the party
    You keep grillin I pump-pump the shotty
    Put you in the trunk then dump-dump the body
    Nigga you don't know, you better ask somebody
    Ya'll get down, we gonna clash probably
    Peel snowflake outta that Abercrombie
    I'm tryna rip Brittney, so I made Jive sign me, nigga
    Catch me in the club with a double edge banger
    I'm the wrong one to fuck with
    Ya'll know the promoters I'm in with the muskette
    Pound of that haze and a box of Dutches
    High to the cottonmouth, paranoid
    Make the wrong move, bitch, and your ass is out
    Like M.O.P., nigga, I'll mash you out
    If I can't get you here, swing by your house, motherfucker

    [Chorus: Havoc]
    Ya'll niggaz got it twisted, huh?
    That liquor up into to you, charged
    That truth come out when you drunk
    Your ass won't make it to see tomorrow
    Ya'll niggaz got it twisted, huh?
    That liquor up into you, charged
    That truth come out when you drunk
    Your ass won't make it to see tomorrow
    We step up in the club with one thing (one thing)
    On our mind, that's leave with something (something)
    Get rid of that ring, get rid of those cuffs
    We about to, curl
    We about to, curl
    We about to, curl-curl
    We about to, curl
    We about to, curl-curl

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    [Prodigy]
    Party over here, ain't shit over there
    Them Mobb Deep boys got it locked right here
    Whereever we at we keep the blix right there
    So whereever there's beef, it's gettin fixed right there
    And they can't stop us...they too scared
    They know our caliber of thugs shoot at heads, nigga
    QB drop you off of that bridge
    Show you how we do it in Queens where murder ain't shit, nigga
    This is P talkin, show you where I live
    You can come to my crib and get it for shiz
    You bein manslaughtered, right in front of my kids
    A little blood get on my daughter, it's nothin, she'll live
    Got cops shook to death of us...we don't like D's
    You never catch us runnin with the police
    Ya'll niggaz get your vest-es up
    And you better invest in some real heavy bullet-proof paneling

    [Chorus]

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    Composición: Kejuan Muchita

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