[Mopreme]   Just 'cause a nigga come in he got style   Don't think I won't flip it   Don't pull your file   But I got enough bullshit to deal with   I'm rollin' with the thugs so   You must be on drugs to the head   Get your ass break down    Broken half baby   I'm a feelin' like a motherfuckin 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 shit you get stroked    And all of that   And later be back for your motherfuckin dope sack   Kid it ain't the type of day to play doughnut   Don't get your ass sewn up   Why you leakin on my blown out   Hey, you're mixed up like a bowl 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 killers in the park   As many niggas lost they's heart   When my gat sparks   I'll bust a cap in that ass   Don't get it twisted   When I'm on a mission, niggas 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    Fuck it    I'm makin niggas kick the bucket when I check em' by inducis   Ain't no think to let my shit spin   You on my shit list hope you got a death wish   I tried to warn you but you missed me   You should have listened motherfucker when i said:   Don't get it twisted!      [chorus]      [Rated R]   Niggas got problems about gettin shit twisted    They need to stay the fuck out of grown folks business   Kids get a kick out of bumpin their big clips   But don't front no shit that brought no shit 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 shit twisted and gather like hoes   Bitch make ass niggas 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 motherfuckin Rudy Poop   I snapped his soul, 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 killer      [chorus]      [fade out]