Lyrics Got It Twisted (Remix) - Mobb Deep , Twista
(Feat.
Twista)
A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-lchemist
Yeah,
once
again,
and
we
have
- the
remix!
Yeah,
uh-huh,
what
we
got?
Twista
I
see
you
my
nigga!
C′mon
now
Yeah
yeah,
yeah,
uh-huh
"Oh
my
gosh!
The
music
just
turns
me
on!"
(Havoc)
Yo.
yo.
ain't
no
party
once
we
crash
the
party
Shorty,
I′m
only
here
for
one
night
Meet
me
in
the
lobby
take
a
sip
of
this
get
nice
I'ma
get
you
bent,
but
fuck
it
it's
only
right
The
martinis,
them
Belvy′s,
the
Hypnotiq′s
Turned
you
out,
wanna
see
what's
up
in
your
closet
You
got
a
man,
that′s
cool,
I
just
wanna
be
friends
I
ain't
tryin
to
get
hooked
like
phonics
We
on
the
low
so
you
won′t
be
spotted
Front
window
tinted
so
you
safe
in
the
cockpit
Fools
wild
in
the
club,
I
just
play
the
wall
My
niggaz
pray
and
pray
for
my
downfall
Man
how
I
scoop
them
broads
and
get
that
groupie
love
One
look
and
your
chick
is
dug
Y'all
ain′t
real,
y'all
some
home
thugs
Please
don't
make
me
show
you
what
I
snuck
in
the
club,
yeah
(Chorus:
Havoc)
Y′all
niggaz
got
it
twisted,
huh?
That
liquor
up
in
you,
you
charged
That
truth
come
out
when
you
drunk
Yo′
ass
won't
make
it
to
see
tomorrow
Y′all
niggaz
got
it
twisted,
huh?
That
liquor
up
in
you,
you
charged
That
truth
come
out
when
you
drunk
Yo'
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
the.
girl
We
about
the.
girl
We
about
the.
girl-girl
("The
music
just
turns
me
on!")
We
about
the.
girl
We
about
the.
girl-girl
(Twista)
They
call
me
Twista
but
homey
don′t
get
it
twisted
Fuck
specifics,
or
the
ballistics
hollows'll
get
you
rifted
Fuck
with
the
gifted,
take
a
look
at
what
my
machines
did
That
I
got
from
my
niggaz
from
Queensbridge,
you
ain't
seen
shit
Take
a
shot
of
my
liquor,
then
I
pull
on
the
trigger
Rollin
in
with
the
Mobb
Deep,
and
we
steady
gettin
thicker
and
thicker
For
the
lords
and
the
gangsters,
thugs
and
the
killers
We
got
too
many
toolies
floatin
between
us,
you
can′t
get
wit
us
It′s
that
killer
Twista
in
the
house,
and
I'm
Quick
to
put
the
pistol
in
your
mouth,
and
uh
Got
pounds
like
got
seventy-five
to
cop
twenty
But
I′m
only
spendin
sixty,
the
rest
is
new
glock
money
Distribute
'em
to
the
click
that
we
steppin
up
in
the
club
Where
the
freaks
pop
that
ass
on
the
dick,
showin
us
love
Tryin
to
get
out
of
line,
you
gon′
get
hit
with
the
biscuit
You
got
Seagram's
in
front
of
you,
so
get
twisted,
don′t
get
it
twisted
(Chorus)
(Prodigy)
If
you
really
wanna
party
with
P
Put
your
hands
where
my
eyes
can
see
And
shorty
right
there
she
come
with
me
And
I
hope
she
got
friends,
cause
we
Mobb
Deep
No
bullshit,
Timb
boots
and
gangster
clothes
We
don't
follow
trends
- we
set
those!
You
see
us
gettin
dressed
up,
ain't
nuttin
But
some
fresh
white
on
whites
and
that
ol′
folks
Infamous
a
new
label
Don′t
confuse
our
shit
with
no
other
labels
(fuck
up
outta
here)
Come
through
that
bitch
just
force,
and
lay
shit
down
We
don't
gotta
send
people,
we
bang
for
real
You
won′t
know
if
I
did
sum'n,
I
won′t
tell
Or
rap
about
it
songs,
cause
that's
goin
to
jail
But
come
fuckin
with
me,
that′s
goin
to
hell
You
rap
about
me?
That's
how
I
can
tell!
(Chorus)
1 Amerikaz Nightmare
2 Win Or Lose
3 Flood The Block
4 Dump
5 Got It Twisted
6 When U Hear The
7 Real Niggaz
8 Shorty Wop
9 Real Gangstaz
10 One Of Ours Part II
11 On The Run
12 Throw Your Hands (In The Air)
13 Get Me
14 We Up
15 Neva Change
16 Got It Twisted (Remix)
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