Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Got It Twisted, artist - Mobb Deep. Date of issue: 19.10.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Got It Twisted |
| Yo.yo.ain't no party once we crash the party |
| I’ma scoop 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 Britney, 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, muthafucka |
| Ya’ll niggas 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 niggas 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… girl |
| We about to… girl |
| We about to… girl-girl |
| We about to… girl |
| We about to… girl-girl |
| 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 right 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 niggas get your vest-es up And ya’ll better invest in some real heavy bullet-proof paneling |