Don't Get It Twisted

Текст песни Sinister - Don't Get It Twisted

Don’t Get It Twisted Lyrics[Verse 1]
It's time to bust some new shit, kick the ballistics
'Cause stupid motherfuckers is always gettin' shit twisted
And now it's time to take back suckas who try to diss this
You tried to hit this, but nigga you missed it
Let's handle our bussiness, you know what I'm talkin' about
We can rap or scrap, or have a motherfuckin' shoot out
But if you use gats, I'ma peel ya cap
'Cause when a nigga like me is strapped, I'm givin' up no slack
Who got my back for suckas who try to creep
And if you can't [?], believe me it's puttin' you to sleep, G
Double eyed bucks in yo punk ass
Fuckin' with me, you're goin' nowhere real fast
And what about your residence?
A cocktail through your window, I wouldn't be hesitant
Name is O.G. Sinister, mobbsta first class
Run up, and imma put these thangs on yo ass
So if you want some, come and get some
But you might get some .45 slugs in your lungs
Imma put my motherfuckin' gat to your temple
Pull back the hammer, squeeze the trigger: buck! It's very simple
So now you know, you're fuckin' wit the pro
S.S.C. call me a hustla, well, your mamma is a hoe
Gangsta Sinister's the name, fool, as if you missed it
The message that I'm sendin' to you suckas:
Don't get it twisted
[Verse 2]
People don't even know me and put smud on my back
And call me hustlas and bustas that you know is smokin' crack
But let me say this for the record: I'm a gangsta
A punk motherfucker check that
I'll rip your fuckin' heart out, with my bare hands
I taught B-Real, from Cypress Hill, how to kill a man
But just like the average neighborhood scum
He got a album on his shelf but forgot where he came from
I got to say one thang, you got guts, fool
You took the cake when you hooked up with Ice Cube
But since you did, let me say one thang:
Listen to Cube and be true to the game
Because you ran out on me, little deserter
Ain't killed jack shit, but yet you talk about murder, never
Heard of you doin' shit for the hood
But run around with the homie Sticks, and try to look good
It's been a while since you kicked it with the homies
But that don't mean you had to act like you didn't know me
I'll tell you the truth: I think you got chicken
Got money in your pocket and now you're scared to kick it
But that's okay, go on about your way
Didn't need you before, and don't need you today
But let me say: come to the hood, I know you miss it
But if you think you wanna kick, fool:
Don't get it twisted
[Verse 3]
I know you wonder (Where the fuck did he come from?)
I'm on 88th and Central and I'm strapped with a shotgun
Ride, punk, double eyed bucks in the chamber
Whoever is in front of this gat, is in danger
So what's up, funky-feel B-Real?
I caught ya with your guards now I'm goin' for the kill
And I honestly and truly believe, that you've been lettin' drag queens go up in your booty
See, you should've asked me if you didn't know shit
I could've told ya that the boy had been tampered with
You couldn't tell by his video
But me and my homies know, that he's homosexual
And what about the Cartel?
They're homosexuals too, a bunch of goddamn tinker bells
Gay-ass all out doe's if you ask me
Kick it with the Cartels, I'll take a pass, G
87th and ??, you got balls, your own call
And you're about to take a fall
So stand tall, when I'm ready to peel your cap
I might give ya a pass because you're black
S.C.C., sorry cocksuckin' cluckas
You've just been attacked by one bad motherfucka
You can't fade this, you on my shit list
On the fo' real-a my nigga:
Don't get it twisted