Don't Get It Twisted (Feat. New Birth)

Cuz I got a little money, can't see it for

the likes of my eyes. (2X)

Chorus

1st Verse:

Damn! Can't even get out the door good,

she's on my line hittin' me on my hip at least

about five to six times. Tryin' find a way to

slide in to my busy schedule she say and what's

up for the day but um, being the player that I

am I keep my game face on, paper's not long

it's mandle my hustle's strong, so it's off to

scoopski got a G, got a homie that'll give us that

love on the quota-P, but when the mission is

complete the baby week and see if it's really

all good like you say, don't play with me. Got me

fucked with the wrong dick and the wrong clit,

crossin' my path and no doubt will get that ass

kicked, still on a mission therefore I gotta have it

trick nothin' but yourself the sucka's at the store

on the shell schemin' for the wealth that you know

is on the way but back on up, I'm not the payer, I gets

paid.

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2nd Verse:

Back in the days it was you that wouldn't speak,

now you breakin' your neck to see what's up for

the week, you should have been down, that's on

the real right from the jump, but now I got to treat you

like a toss-up who's caught up. You got some nerve

to be actin' like it's all good, I see your phony side as

I slide through the neighborhood. Miss Goody-Good

I wish you would think would get some love from this way,

you better keep away. Man, didn't they know that they

eyes are the window to they soul, you dirty-low-down

ice water cold, person that I used to see, eating my

dust as I mash, it's all about the family makin' cash.

Non-stop for us got that business deal to work, sign

some autographs give away a grip of shirts.

I know it hurts to see a nigga doin' his thang, you

shoulda' maintained the road to fame, now you get

a X by your name.

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3rd Verse:

Now, what makes you think that you can play some

real playa's play, nights on the phone with your girl

truth or dare? (Truth). You was gobblin' up a gang

of shit on the down low, mister phisticated top rated

gettin' headphones. Now it's on and I lay back

watch'em jock, go up and down the block,

(where the homies?) on the spot servin' berry, cuz

Mary ever get you like high, why try when I, brutalize

our spys. Now lately I been hangin', just thinkin' bout'

my knot, should my hammer just go pop on them

suckas that don't stop. Yakkin' at the mouth

buckmouth jaw jackin', I'm seein' through the makeup

undercover hood flatten. I'm after, the dollas and

the cents you gon need to realize the drama that the

twinz bring indeed. Proceed to make you jump,

got a whole of spunk, mama didn't raise no punk gettin'

all up in funk. (what?)

Chorus(3X)