Thug Life – Don't Get It Twisted Lyrics

Don't Get It Twisted

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"Don't Get It Twisted." - Thug Life

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 05:54 am

Album: Thug Life, Vol. 1

Track No: 02

Just 'cause a **** calm and he got style
Don't think I won't flip and 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
Don't get your ass break down, broke in half
Lately I been feelin' like a motherfuckin' psychopath
And if you got beef best leave it in the freezer, I'm no joke
Mopreme straight loc'd
And you could get smoked
Your hooker she can 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 grownup
Don't get your ass sewn up, why you leakin', I'ma bone out, hey
You're mixed up like a bowl of nuts
You fucked around and got it twisted up
Boy, don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
It's the Macadoshis comin' from the dark side
The parkside where the O.Gs hoo ride
Ain't nothin' but killas in the park
As many **** lost they heart
When my gat sparks
I'll bust a cap in that ass
Don't get it twisted
When I'm on a mission, **** come up missin'
You bustas gettin' disciplined
And you're comin' up short on your life
When I split you with this MAC-10
When it's on it's on, fuck it
I'm makin' **** kick the bucket when I jack 'em for they duckets
Ain't no thing to let my shit spit
You on my shit list, punk, you got a death wish
I tried to warn you but you missed it
You should've listened motherfucker when I said, "Don't get it twisted"
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
**** got problems 'bout gettin' shit twisted
They need to stay the fuck out of grown folk's business
Kids get a kick out of bumpin' their big lips
But don't start no shit and won't no shit be started, uh
'Cause I'm a cold-hearted rider straight thuggin'
That's influenced by the streets, never love nobody but my heat
These side busters don't hear me though
They'd rather get shit twisted and gossip like hoes
Bitch made ass ****, what I call 'em
Couldn't bust a grape if they wanted
They're soft like Charmin
But I don't sweat varmints
I stomp 'em with my black boots
Just a one-day murder on the motherfuckin' Rudy blue
I snatch ya souls up
Ain't a damn thing funny when I spray your ass with my tongue
And your mommy can't save you now
'Cause you done got twisted up
For fuckin' with a killa
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
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Writer(s): Maurice Harding, Walter Burns & Tyruss Himes.

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