2pac - Don`t Get It Twisted

(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)