twisted heat

aowwwwwwwww!

we know y'all can drink 'til you throw up

we know y'all sittin' on 20's

we know y'all reppin' your hood

but how many y'all kill!

bounce that ass

load them cribs

let me see the mobbin' niggaz that wanna talk shit

rowdy motherfuckers that be scummy and'll go for the money

ready to ride when they rollin' a lick

thugs with the chevy's

thugs with the trucks

the real gun runner never run when he bust

henny and he mobs in the front

smoke a 'dro blunt

sippin' with a fifty sack under the nuts

hoes with ass and no gut

let me see you jiggle it from side to side

niggaz if it's static

then pass me the strap

gonna ride 'til my ride

all the hoes that'll freak niggaz

with the 'fedi

let's get buck up in the club

and all my soldiers

fall out

gangstas

mob up

all the homies on the block

ante up on the fin

and let's go get us a sack

serve til we got a custom 'llac

hustlin' packs

'til a nigga bust

then we bustin' back

guys that'll roll them dice and win

girls with the 'fits that show the skin

real niggaz mind your best friend at the pen

real hoes let your best friend know about men

cause i be squeezin' ass

and'll make a full glass disappear like a genie

move to the lox and beanie

while them hoes backin' that thang up on my weenie

it's like no nigga in the world could see me

when i ruff ryde with drag-on

rollin' up big babies in a mercedes

if you want herb we got bombs

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gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz

for the ones who smoke pot

do stick ups

and ball in our hood

what do a nigga say when he sees drag-on and twista

gangsta

hustla

by know everybody should know

that the kid spit tight

and this kid spit fire light

and the bitch i don' fucked like last night

i don't give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half mic

cause the only motherfucfkin magazine that i read

is when i buy my gun from it

how many bullets you could digest in that one stomach

i suggest y'all run from it

and the click-click from the calico

i gotta go

make it pimp with a lot of hoes

i'm the same motherfucker that's countin' that dough

cookin' that coke to a pot of gold

cause my rainbow

is every color top that crackhead cop

i don't care i gotta cap me a cop

as long as i got enough money to cop me a drop

pop enough glocks

drag open up dope spots and co-op's in convo at condos

keep the heat up in jeeps

in case y'all creep up on me

i run up on y'all in a cab with a meter on me

and the only on leavin' is me

and the only one bleedin' is you

tryin' to breeze with me

all i rock is e-n-y-c-e

in the nyc with the white t

all i really do is r-u

double f

r-y-d-e

d-r-a-g

to the dash o-n

catch me

smokin' potent

bet i leave y'all

niggaz soakin'

with your insides open

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errrrrrr!

hold the fuck up!

drag

twista

these motherfuckers don't know what's real out here

this is volume 2

nigga

so

get ignorant!

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whether murder or bouncy beat

my flow be philosophical

smokin' on tropical

achievin' all

when i up the block at you

i'ma pop at you

if your momma cry there's nothin' i could do

should not've fucked with mr. illogical

when i'm in to clubbin'

huggin'

shake it don't you break it

your booty too sacred

can't take it

wanna see you naked

i done drunk a blue motherfucker

so you know i'm lit up

everybody get up

sweat for the twista

it's a stick up

this where the shit pick up

let me load this clip up

just pour me some liquor

flame-on and twista

let's see if you murdered who'll miss ya

i love the dirty south

that's why i gotta dirty mouth

that'll burn you out

tell your bitch i got a dick that'll turn her out

especially when i tell her turn around

i don' hurt her now

shit'll come back

and i think it's time to get murdered now

i'm tired of silly clowns

spittin' out weak shit

sound like me shit

you gon' make me pull a all nighter

standin' infront of your crib with that gasoline and that lighter

that way we won't miss ya

drag-on and twista