Don't Get it Twisted

[Verse 1: Mopreme] Just cause a nigga calm an' 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 so You must be on drugs to the head Get your ass break down Broken half baby I'm a feelin' like a motherfuckin' psychopath And if you got beef best leave it in the freezer I'm no joke Mopreme straight loc'd 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 grownup Don't get your ass sewn up Why you leakin' on my blown out Hey, you're mixed up like a bowl of nuts You fucked around and got it twisted up Boy, don't get it twisted [Hook x 2] ("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 coming from the dark side The parkside where the O.G's hoo ride Ain't nothing but killas 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 bustas gettin' disciplined And you're comin' up short on your life When I split you with this mac-10 When it's on it's on Fuck 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 have listened motherfucker when I said: Don't get it twisted! [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Rated R] Niggas got problems about gettin' shit twisted They need to stay the fuck out of grown folks business Kids get a kick out of bumpin' their big lips But don't front on shit an' 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 East side brothers 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 Just a one-day murder On the motherfuckin' Rudy blue I snatch ya souls up Ain't no damn thing funny when I spray your ass with my tongue And your mommy can't save you now Cause you done got twisted up For fuckin' with a killa [Hook x 7]