Got It Twisted

Yeah nigga
Once again we have
M-O-B-B nigga, yeah, huh
Ugh, yeah
Common now, yeah, yo, yo

Aint no party once we crash the party
I'ma squeeze shorty then vacate the party
You keep grillin' I'll pump pump the shotty
Put you in the trunk then dump dump the body
Nigga you don't know you betta ask somebody

Ya'll get down we gonna clash prob'ly
Builty snowflake out of the ampacomby
I'm tryin' to rip britney so I made ja sign me
Nigga catch me in tha club with a double lead banger
I'm the wrong one to fuck with

Now I know the promoters I'm in with the musket
Pound of the haze and a box of dutches
High to the cotton mouth
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 your head swing by your house (motherfucker)

Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh?
That liquor up in your U-charge
That truth come out when u drunk
Your ass won't make it to see tomorrow
Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh?
That liquor up in your U-charge
That truth come out when u drunk
Your ass won't make it to see tomorrow

We step up in the club with one thing
On our mind thats leave with 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

Yo party over here ain't shit over there
The Mobb Deep boys got it locked right here
Wherever we at we keep the cliqs right there
So where ever theres beef is gettin' fixed right there

And they cant stop us they too scared
They know a calibur thug shoot at heads nigga
Q.B. drop you off at that bridge (bye bye)
Show you how we do it in Queens
Murder ain't shit nigga
This is P talking show you where I live

You come right through my crib and get a few seers
There'll be man slaughter right infront of my kids
A little blood get on my daughter, thats nothing she'll live (just whipe that off)

Got cops shoot to death of us
We don't like D's
You never catch us runnin' with the police (nope)
Ya'll niggas get ya'll vests up
And ya'll better invest in some real heavy bulletproof paneling

Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh?
That liquor up in your U-charge
That turth come out when u drunk
Your ass won't make it to see tomorrow
Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh?
That liquor up in your U-charge
That truth come out when u drunk
Your ass won't make it to see tomorrow

We step up in the club with one thing
On our mind thats leave with something
Get rid of that ring get rid of those cuffs
We about to, girl
We about to, girl, girl
We about to, girl
We about to, girl, girl



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Morgan Robertson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Jonathon Michael Kerr, Albert Johnson, Alan Maman
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