Mobb Deep - Got It Twisted (remix) lyrics

(feat. Twista) 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 n***a! 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'ma get you bent, but f** 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 co*kpit Fools wild in the club, I just play the wall My n***az 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 home thugs Please don't make me show you what I snuck in the club, yeah [Chorus: Havoc] Y'all n***az got it twisted, huh? That liquor up in you, you charged That truth come out when you drunk Yo' a** won't make it to see tomorrow Y'all n***az got it twisted, huh? That liquor up in you, you charged That truth come out when you drunk Yo' a** 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 f** specifics, or the ballistics hollows'll get you rifted f** with the gifted, take a look at what my machines did That I got from my n***az from Queensbridge, you ain't seen sh** 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 k**ers We got too many toolies floatin between us, you can't get wit us It's that k**er 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 a** 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 [Chorus] [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 bullsh**, 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 sh** with no other labels (f** up outta here) Come through that b**h just force, and lay sh** 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 f**in with me, that's goin to hell You rap about me? That's how I can tell! [Chorus]