Mobb Deep Lyrics

Album: Amerikaz Nightmare

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 nigga! 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 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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

 

 [Twista]

 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 niggaz 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

 

 [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 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!

 

 [Chorus]