Ruff Ryders - Twisted Heat (feat. Twista & Drag-On) lyrics

Album: Ruff Ryders * Ryde or Die Volume Two Song: Twisted Heat [Intro - Swizz Beatz] Aowwwwwwwww! We know y'all can drink 'til you throw up We know y'all sittin' on 20's We know y'all reppin' your hood But how many y'all KILL!!! [Verse 1 - Twista] Bounce that a**, load them cribs Let me see the mobbin' n***as that wanna talk sh** Rowdy motherf**ers that be scummy and'll go for the money Ready to ride when they rollin' a lick Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs with the trucks The real gun runner never run when he bust Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt Sippin' with a fifty sack under the nuts Hoes with a** and no gut Let me see you jiggle it from SIDE TO SIDE n***as if it's static, then pa** me the strap Gonna RIDE 'Til MY RIDE All the hoes that'll freak n***as, with the 'fedi Let's get buck up in the club And all my soldiers, FALL OUT, gangstas, MOB UP All the homies on the block, ante up on the fin And let's go get us a sack Serve til we got a custom 'Llac, hustlin' packs 'til a n***a bust, then we bustin' back Guys that'll roll them dice and win Girls with the 'fits that show the skin Real n***as mind your best friend at the pen Real hoes let your best friend know about men Cause I be squeezin' a** And'll make a full gla** disappear like a genie Move to the LOX and Beanie While them hoes backin' that thang up on my weenie It's like no n***a in the world could see me When I Ruff Ryde with Drag-On Rollin' up big babies in a Mercedes If you want herb we got bombs [Chorus - Twista]x2 (Drag-On) Gotta kick that sh** for the fine b**hes and all my nugz For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups, and ball in our hood What do a n***a say when he sees Drag-On And Twista (k** me) Gangsta (Let's ride), hustla (Feel me) [Verse 2 - Drag-On] By know everybody should know, that the kid spit tight And this kid spit fire light And the b**h I don' f**ed like last night I don't give a f** 'bout a 2 and a half mic Cause the only motherfucfkin magazine that I read Is when I buy my gun from it How many bullets you could digest in that one stomach I suggest y'all run from it And the click-click from the calico, I gotta go Make it pimp with a lot of hoes I'm the same motherf**er that's countin' that dough Cookin' that coke to a pot of gold Cause my rainbow, is every color top that crackhead cop I don't care I gotta cap me a cop As long as I got enough money to cop me a drop, pop enough Glocks Drag open up dope spots and co-op's in convo at condos Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep up on me I run up on y'all in a cab with a meter on me And the only on leavin' is me And the only one bleedin' is you, tryin' to breeze with me All I rock is E-N-Y-C-E, in the NYC with the white T All I really do is R-U Double F, R-Y-D-E, D-R-A-G, to the dash O-N Catch me, smokin' potent, bet I leave y'all, n***as soakin' With your insides open [Chorus]x2 [Interlude - Swizz Beatz] ERRRRRRR!!!! Hold the f** up! Slow down! Drag, Twista Listen up! These motherf**ers don't know what's real out here (They damn sure don't) This is volume 2 (volume 2) n***a, so, get ignorant! [Chorus] {speed up} [Verse 3 - Twista] Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophical Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all +Missions Impossible+ When I up the block at you, I'ma pop at you If your momma cry there's nothin' I could do Should not've f**ed with Mr. Illogical When I'm in to clubbin', huggin', shake it don't you break it Your booty too sacred, can't take it, wanna see you naked I done drunk a blue motherf**er, so you know I'm lit up Everybody get up, sweat for the Twista, it's a stick up [Verse 3 - Drag-On] This where the sh** pick up, let me load this clip up Just pour me some liquor Flame-On and Twista Let's see if you murdered who'll miss ya I love the dirty south, that's why I gotta dirty mouth That'll burn you out Tell your b**h I got a dick that'll turn her out Especially when I tell her turn around I don' hurt her now sh**'ll come back, and I think it's time to get murdered now I'm tired of silly clowns Spittin' out weak sh**, sound like me sh** You gon' make me pull a all nighter Standin' infront of your crib with that gasoline and that lighter That way we won't miss ya, Drag-On and Twista [Outro - Swizz Beatz] Put it on 'em! "