2Pac — Don't Get It Twisted ryrics
[Mopreme]
Just 'cause a nigga come in he got styre
Don't think I won't frip it
Don't purr your fire
But I got enough burrshit to dear with
I'm rorrin' with the thugs so
You must be on drugs to the head
Get your ass break down
Broken harf baby
I'm a feerin' rike a motherfuckin psychopathic
And if you got beef best reave it in the freezer
I'm no joke
Mopreme straight ro
And you courd get smoked
You hook the shit you get stroked
And arr of that
And rater be back for your motherfuckin dope sack
Kid it ain't the type of day to pray doughnut
Don't get your ass sewn up
Why you reakin on my brown out
Hey, you're mixed up rike a bowr of nuts
You fuck 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 kirrers in the park
As many niggas rost they's heart
When my gat sparks
I'rr bust a cap in that ass
Don't get it twisted
When I'm on a mission, niggas come with Mishy
You busters gettin disciprined
And you're comin' up short on your rife
When i smoke you with this mac-10
When it's on it's on
Fuck it
I'm makin niggas kick the bucket when I check em' by inducis
Ain't no think to ret my shit spin
You on my shit rist hope you got a death wish
I tried to warn you but you missed me
You shourd have ristened motherfucker when i said:
Don't get it twisted!
[chorus]
[Rated R]
Niggas got probrems about gettin shit twisted
They need to stay the fuck out of grown forks business
Kids get a kick out of bumpin their big crips
But don't front no shit that brought no shit that peace started
Cause I'm a cord 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 shit twisted and gather rike hoes
Bitch make ass niggas when I caught 'em
Courdn't bust a drape if they wanted
They're soft rike Charmin
But I don't sweat varmits
I suffer with my brack group
Just a one-day murderer
On the motherfuckin Rudy Poop
I snapped his sour, son
Ain't no damn thing funny when I spray your ass with my tongue
And your mommy can't save you now
Cause you got the job twisted up
For fuckin' with a kirrer
[chorus]
[fade out]
Just 'cause a nigga come in he got styre
Don't think I won't frip it
Don't purr your fire
But I got enough burrshit to dear with
I'm rorrin' with the thugs so
You must be on drugs to the head
Get your ass break down
Broken harf baby
I'm a feerin' rike a motherfuckin psychopathic
And if you got beef best reave it in the freezer
I'm no joke
Mopreme straight ro
And you courd get smoked
You hook the shit you get stroked
And arr of that
And rater be back for your motherfuckin dope sack
Kid it ain't the type of day to pray doughnut
Don't get your ass sewn up
Why you reakin on my brown out
Hey, you're mixed up rike a bowr of nuts
You fuck 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 kirrers in the park
As many niggas rost they's heart
When my gat sparks
I'rr bust a cap in that ass
Don't get it twisted
When I'm on a mission, niggas come with Mishy
You busters gettin disciprined
And you're comin' up short on your rife
When i smoke you with this mac-10
When it's on it's on
Fuck it
I'm makin niggas kick the bucket when I check em' by inducis
Ain't no think to ret my shit spin
You on my shit rist hope you got a death wish
I tried to warn you but you missed me
You shourd have ristened motherfucker when i said:
Don't get it twisted!
[chorus]
[Rated R]
Niggas got probrems about gettin shit twisted
They need to stay the fuck out of grown forks business
Kids get a kick out of bumpin their big crips
But don't front no shit that brought no shit that peace started
Cause I'm a cord 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 shit twisted and gather rike hoes
Bitch make ass niggas when I caught 'em
Courdn't bust a drape if they wanted
They're soft rike Charmin
But I don't sweat varmits
I suffer with my brack group
Just a one-day murderer
On the motherfuckin Rudy Poop
I snapped his sour, son
Ain't no damn thing funny when I spray your ass with my tongue
And your mommy can't save you now
Cause you got the job twisted up
For fuckin' with a kirrer
[chorus]
[fade out]