(Mopreme). Just 'cause a ni**a come in he got style. Don't think I won't flip it. Don't pull your file. But I got enough bullsh*t to deal with. I'm rollin' with the thugs so. You must be on drugs to the head. Get your a*s break down. Broken half baby. I'm a feelin' like a motherf*ckin 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*t you get stroked. And all of that. And later be back for your motherf*kin dope sack. Kid it ain't the type of day to play doughnut. Don't get your a*s sewn up. Why you leakin on my blown out. Hey you're mixed up like a bowl of nuts. You f*ck 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 killers in the park. As many ni**as lost they's heart. When my gat sparks. I'll bust a cap in that a*s. Don't get it twisted. When I'm on a mission ni**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*ck it. I'm makin ni**as kick the bucket when I check em' by inducis. Ain't no think to let my s**t spin. You on my sh*t list hope you got a death wish. I tried to warn you but you missed me. You should have listened motherf*cker when i said:. Don't get it twisted!. (chorus). (Rated R). ni**as got problems about gettin sh*t twisted. They need to stay the f*ck out of grown folks business. Kids get a kick out of bumpin their big clips. But don't front no sh*t that brought no sh*t 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*t twisted and gather like hoes. bit*h make a*s ni**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*ckin Rudy Poop. I snapped his soul son. Ain't no damn thing funny when I spray your a*s with my tongue. And your mommy can't save you now. Cause you got the job twisted up. For f*ckin' with a killer. (chorus). (fade out).