Got it Twisted Remix

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'mma 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 niggas 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 homo thugs Please don't make me show you what I snuck in the club, yeah [Hook: Havoc] Y'all niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 [Hook] [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! [Hook]