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Текст песни Dmx - Twisted Heat

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[Swizz Beatz:]
We know y`all out to drink `til y`all throw up
We know y`all sittin` on 20`s
We know y`all reppin` your hood
But how many y`all KILL!!!

[Twista]
Bounce that ass, load them cribs,
let me see the mobbin` niggaz that, uhh, talk shit
While these muthatfuckaz be scummy and`ll go for the money,
ready to ride when they holdin` 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 freaky niggaz, with the `fedi,
let`s get buck up in the club
And all my soldiers, FALL OUT, gangstas, MOB UP
All the homeys on the block,
anny up on the fin and let`s go get us a sack
Serve too, we got a custom `Lac, hustlin` pack,
til a nigga bust, they bustin` back
Guys that`ll roll them dice and win,
girls with `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

[Chorus: Twista (Drag-On) (2x)]

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 say Drag-On and Twista (Wanna kill me)
Gangsta (Let`s ride), hustla (Feel me)

[Drag-On]
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 muthafuckin` 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 muthafucka 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 boots by watchin` 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 the Roc 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 it leave y`all, niggaz soakin`,
with your insides open

[Chorus: Twista (Drag-On) (2x)]

[Swizz Beatz:]
ERRRRRRR!!!!
Hold the fuck up!
Slow down!
Drag, Twista, listen up
These muthafuckaz don`t know what`s real out here
(They damn sure don`t)
This is volume 2 (volume 2)
Nigga, so, get ignorent!

[Chorus: Twista (Drag-On)]

[Twista]
Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophical
Smokin` on tropical, achievin` all missions impossible
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`, clubbin`, shake it don`t you break it
You booty to shapey, can`t take it, wanna see you naked
I don` drunk a boo muthafucka, so you know I`m lit up
Everybody get up, spin witha a Twista, it`s a stick up

[Drag-On (Swizz Beatz):]
This where the shit pick up, let me load this clip up,
lust 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 my shit
You gon` make me pull a all nighter
Standin` infront of your crib with that gasoline and that lighter
Now hit, we won`t miss ya, Drag-On and Twista
(Puttin` it on `em!)

Dmx

Twisted Heat

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