Got It Twisted - Mobb Deep

Got It Twisted - Mobb Deep

  • Ano de lançamento: 2003
  • Linguagem: Inglês
  • Duração: 3:38

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Letra da música " Got It Twisted "

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Got It Twisted

Mobb Deep

Yo.yo.ain't no party once we crash the party

I’ma scoop shorty then vacate the party

You keep grillin I pump-pump the shotty

Put you in the trunk then dump-dump the body

Nigga you don’t know, you better ask somebody

Ya’ll get down, we gonna clash probably

Peel snowflake outta that Abercrombie

I’m tryna rip Britney, so I made Jive sign me, nigga

Catch me in the club with a double edge banger

I’m the wrong one to fuck with

Ya’ll know the promoters I’m in with the muskette

Pound of that haze and a box of Dutches

High to the cottonmouth, 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 you here, swing by your house, muthafucka

Ya’ll niggas got it twisted, huh?

That liquor up into to you, charged

That truth come out when you drunk

Your ass won’t make it to see tomorrow

Ya’ll niggas got it twisted, huh?

That liquor up into you, charged

That truth come out when you drunk

Your 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 to… girl

We about to… girl

We about to… girl-girl

We about to… girl

We about to… girl-girl

Party over here, ain’t shit over there

Them Mobb Deep boys got it locked right here

Whereever we at we keep the blix right there

So whereever there’s beef, it’s gettin fixed right there

And they can’t stop us… they too scared

They know our caliber of thugs shoot at heads, nigga

QB drop you off of that bridge

Show you how we do it in Queens where murder ain’t shit, nigga

This is P talkin, show you where I live

You can come right to my crib and get it for shiz

You bein manslaughtered, right in front of my kids

A little blood get on my daughter, it’s nothin, she’ll live

Got cops shook to death of us… we don’t like D’s

You never catch us runnin with the police

Ya’ll niggas get your vest-es up And ya’ll better invest in some real heavy bullet-proof paneling

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