2pac - Don't Get It Twisted lyrics

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2pac - Don't Get It Twisted lyrics

[Mopreme] Just 'cause a n***a come in he got style Don't think I won't flip it Don't pull your file But I got enough bullsh** to deal with I'm rollin' with the thugs so You must be on d** to the head Get your a** break down Broken half baby I'm a feelin' like a motherf**in psychopathic And if you got beef best leave it in the freezer I'm no joke Mopreme straight lo And you could get smoked You hook the sh** you get stroked And all of that And later be back for your motherf**in dope sack Kid it ain't the type of day to play doughnut Don't get your a** sewn up Why you leakin on my blown out Hey, you're mixed up like a bowl of nuts You f** around and got it twisted up Boy, don't get it twisted [chorus] Don't get it twisted!..... [Macadoshis] It's the Macadoshis coming from the dark side The park side where the O.G.s do ride Ain't nothing but k**ers in the park As many n***as lost they's heart When my gat sparks I'll bust a cap in that a** Don't get it twisted When I'm on a mission, n***as come with Mishy You busters gettin disciplined And you're comin' up short on your life When i smoke you with this mac-10 When it's on it's on f** it I'm makin n***as kick the bucket when I check em' by inducis Ain't no think to let my sh** spin You on my sh** list hope you got a d**h wish I tried to warn you but you missed me You should have listened motherf**er when i said: Don't get it twisted! [chorus] [Rated R] n***as got problems about gettin sh** twisted They need to stay the f** out of grown folks business Kids get a kick out of bumpin their big clips But don't front no sh** that brought no sh** that peace started Cause I'm a cold hearted rider straight dunkin' never through with my streets Never hurt nobody but my heat East side brothers don't hear me though They'd rather get sh** twisted and gather like hoes b**h make a** n***as when I caught 'em Couldn't bust a drape if they wanted They're soft like Charmin But I don't sweat varmits I suffer with my black group Just a one-day murderer On the motherf**in Rudy Poop I snapped his soul, son Ain't no damn thing funny when I spray your a** with my tongue And your mommy can't save you now Cause you got the job twisted up For f**in' with a k**er [chorus] [fade out]

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