Twista, Mobb Deep - Got it Twisted (Remix) lyrics

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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!"

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

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

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

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!