Don't Get It Twisted

cuz I got a little money, can't see it for

the likes of my eyes. (2X)

Chorus

1st Verse:

Damn! Can't even get out the door good,

she's on my line hittin' me on my hip at least

about five to six times. Tryin' find a way to

slide in to my busy schedule she say and what's

up for the day but um, being the player that I

am I keep my game face on, paper's not long

it's mandle my hustle's strong, so it's off to

scoopski got a G, got a homie that'll give us that

love on the quota-P, but when the mission is

complete the baby week and see if it's really

all good like you say, don't play with me. Got me

fucked with the wrong dick and the wrong clit,

crossin' my path and no doubt will get that ass

kicked, still on a mission therefore I gotta have it

trick nothin' but yourself the sucka's at the store

on the shell schemin' for the wealth that you know

is on the way but back on up, I'm not the payer, I gets

paid.

Chorus

2nd Verse:

Back in the days it was you that wouldn't speak,

now you breakin' your neck to see what's up for

the week, you should have been down, that's on

the real right from the jump, but now I got to treat you

like a toss-up who's caught up. You got some nerve

to be actin' like it's all good, I see your phony side as

I slide through the neighborhood. Miss Goody-Good

I wish you would think would get some love from this way,

you better keep away. Man, didn't they know that they

eyes are the window to they soul, you dirty-low-down

ice water cold, person that I used to see, eating my

dust as I mash, it's all about the family makin' cash.