Got It Twisted (remix) Lyrics - Amerikaz Nightmare - Mobb Deep

(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 

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(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 

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(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)