🎵 Don’t Get It Twisted // by Thug Life

17 ContributorsDon’t Get It Twisted Lyrics [Verse 1: Mopreme] Just 'cause a nigga calm and he got style Don't think I won't flip and don't pull your file But I got enough bullshit to deal with I'm rollin' with the thugs (Thugs!) so, you must be on drugs to the head We'll get your ass break down, broken half, baby I've been feelin' like a motherfuckin' psychopath And if you got beef, best leave it in the freezer, I'm no joke Mopreme straight loc'ed, and you could get smoked Your hooker she can get stroked, and all of that And later be back, for your motherfuckin' dope sack Kid, it ain't the type of day to play grown-up Don't get your ass sewn up, while you leakin', I'm all blown out Hey, you're mixed up (Uh), like a bowl of nuts You fucked around and got it twisted up Boy, don't get it twisted [Chorus: Mopreme & Richard Pryor] (You know who you're fuckin' with?) Don't get it twisted, don't get it twisted Don't get it twisted, don't get it twisted (You know who you're fuckin' with?) Don't get it twisted, don't get it twisted Don't get it twisted, don't get it twisted [Verse 2: Macadoshis] It's the Macadoshis comin' from the dark side The Parkside, where the OG's hoo ride Ain't nothin' but killers in the park As many niggas lost they 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 up missin' 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, buck it I'm makin' niggas kick the bucket when I jack 'em for they duckets Ain't no thing to let my shit spit You on my shit list, punk, you got a death wish? I tried to warn you but you missed it You should've listened, motherfucker, when I said Don't get it twisted [Chorus: Macadoshis & Richard Pryor] (You know who you're fuckin' with?) Don't get it twisted, don't get it twisted Don't get it twisted, don't get it twisted (You know who you're fuckin' with?) Don't get it twisted Don't get it twisted [Verse 3: Rated R] Niggas got problems 'bout gettin' shit twisted They need to stay the fuck outta grown folks' business Kids get a kick out of bumpin' their big lips But don't start no shit, there won't no shit be started, uh 'Cause I'm a cold-hearted rider, straight thuggin' That's influenced by the streets, never love nobody but my heat These side-busters don't hear me, though They'd rather get shit twisted and gossip like hoes Bitch made ass niggas what I call 'em Couldn't bust a grape if they wanted They're soft like Charmin, but I don't sweat varmints I stomp 'em with my black boots It's the one-eight-murder on the motherfuckin' rooty-poot I snatch ya souls up Ain't no damn thing funny when I spray your ass with my Tommy And your mommy can't save you now 'Cause you done got twisted up for fuckin' with a killer Don't get it twisted [Chorus: Rated R & Richard Pryor] (You know who you're fuckin' with?) Don't get it twisted, don't get it twisted Don't get it twisted, don't get it twisted (You know who you're fuckin' with?) Don't get it twisted, don't get it twisted Don't get it twisted, don't get it twisted, nigga (You know who you're fuckin' with?) Don't get it twisted Don't get it twisted (You know who you're fuckin' with?) Don't get it twisted Don't get it twisted (You know who you're fuckin' with?) Don't get it twisted Don't get it twisted (You know who you're fuckin' with?) Don't get it twisted Don't get it twisted (You know who you're fuckin' with?) Don't get it twisted Don't get it twisted (You know who you're fuckin' with?) Don't get it twisted Don't get it twisted (You know who you're fuckin' with?)