Twisted Heat

[Intro: Swizz Beatz] Aowwwwwwwww! We know y'all can drink 'til you throw up We know y'all sittin' on 20's We know y'all reppin' ya hood But how many y'all KILL?!!! [Verse 1: Twista] Bounce that ass, load them cribs Let me see the mob a' niggas that love to talk shit Probably motherfuckers that be scummy and'll go for the money But need a ride when they roll to the lick Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs with the trucks The real gun runner, never run when he bust Henny in her, mob's in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt Sippin' with a fifty sack under the nuts Hoes with ass and no gut, lemme see you jiggle it from SIDE TO SIDE Niggas, if it's static, then pass me the strap, gonna RIDE TO MY RIDE All the hoes that'll freak niggas 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 niggas, mind yo' best friend at the pen Real hoes, let your best friend know about men 'Cause I be squeezin' ass and 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 [Chorus: Twista & (Drag-On)] Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nuh's For the ones that smoke pot, do stick-ups, and ball in our hood What do a nigga say when they see Drag-On and Twista? (Kill me) Gangstas (Let's ride), hustlers (Feel me) Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nuh's For the ones that smoke pot, do stick-ups, and ball in our hood What do a nigga say when they see Drag-On and Twista? (Kill me) Gangstas (Let's ride), hustlers (Feel me) [Verse 2: Drag-On] By now, everybody should know that the kid spit tight And this kid spit firelight Like the bitch I don' fucked like last night? I don't give a FUCK 'bout a 2 and a half mics 'Cause the only motherfuckin' magazine that I read That's the one 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, it gotta go Like a 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 a crackhead cop I don't care if 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 and count dough in condos! Keep the heat up in jeeps, just in case y'all creep up on me I'll run up on y'all in a cab with the 'meter on me And the only one 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 niggas soakin' With ya insides open [Chorus: Twista & (Drag-On)] Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nuh's For the ones that smoke pot, do stick-ups, and ball in our hood What do a nigga say when they see Drag-On and Twista? (Kill me) Gangstas (Let's ride), hustlers (Feel me) Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nuh's For the ones that smoke pot, do stick-ups, and ball in our hood What do a nigga say when they see Drag-On and Twista? (Kill me) Gangstas (Let's ride), hustlers (Feel me) Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nuh's For the ones that smoke pot, do stick-ups, and ball in our hood What do a nigga say when they see Drag-On and Twista? (Kill me) Gangstas (Let's ride), hustlers (Feel me) [Interlude: Swizz Beatz] ERRRRRRR!!!! Hold the fuck up! (Slow down!) Drag, Twista (Listen up!) These motherfuckers don't know what's real out here (They damn sure don't!) This is volume 2 (Volume 2), nigga – so, get ignorant! [Chorus: Twista & (Drag-On)] Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nuh's For the ones that smoke pot, do stick-ups, and ball in our hood What do they say when they see Drag-On and Twista? ("Will they kill me?") Gangstas (Let's ride), hustlers (Feel me) [Verse 3: Twista] Whether murder or bouncy beats, my flow be philosophical Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all missions impossible When I'm up the block at you, I'mma pop at you If your mama cry, there's nothin' I could do Should not've fucked with Mr. Illogical When I'm in to clubbin', thuggin' – 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! [Verse 4: Drag-On, (Swizz Beatz)] 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're murdered, who'd miss ya I love the dirty south, that's why I got a dirty mouth That'll burn ya out, tell ya bitch I got a dick that'll turn her out Especially when I tell her "turn around," "I don' heard it now!" 'Til they come back, and I think it's time to get murdered now 'Cause I'm tired of circus clowns, spittin' out weak shit Sound-a-lot-like-me shit You gon' make me pull a all nighter Standin' in front of ya crib with that gasoline and that lighter That way we won't miss ya, Drag-On and Twista (Put it on 'em!)