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Ruff Ryders - Twisted Heat - Featuring Twista & Drag-on Lyrics

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  • Swizz beatz:
  • We know yall out to drink til yall throw up
  • We know yall sittin on 20s
  • We know yall reppin your hood
  • But how many yall kill!!!
  • [twista]
  • Bounce that ass, load them cribs,
  • Let me see the mobbin niggaz that, uhh, talk shit
  • While these muthat*****az be scummy andll go for the money,
  • Ready to ride when they holdin a lick
  • Thugs with the chevys, 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 its static, then pass me the strap,
  • Gonna ride til my ride
  • All the hoes thatll freaky niggaz, with the fedi,
  • Lets 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 lets go get us a sack
  • Serve too, we got a custom lac, hustlin pack,
  • Til a nigga bust, they bustin back
  • Guys thatll 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
  • Andll make a full glass disappear like a genie
  • Move to the lox and beanie,
  • While them hoes backin that thang up on my weenie
  • Its 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 *****es 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 (lets ride), hustla (feel me)
  • [drag-on]
  • By know everybody should know, that the kid spit tight,
  • And this kid spit fire light
  • And the ***** I don *****ed like last night,
  • I dont give a ***** bout a 2 and a half mic
  • Cause the only mutha*****in magazine that I read,
  • Is when I buy my gun from it
  • How many bullets you could digest in that one stomach,
  • I suggest yall run from it
  • And the click-click from the calico, I gotta go,
  • Make it pimp with a lot of hoes
  • Im the same mutha*****a thats countin that dough,
  • Cookin that coke to a pot of gold
  • Cause my rainbow, is every color top that crackhead cop,
  • I dont 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-ops in convo at condos
  • Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case yall creep up on me
  • I run up on yall 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 argue,
  • Double f, r-y-d-e, d-r-a-g, to the dash o-n
  • Catch me, smokin potent, bet it leave yall, niggaz soakin,
  • With your insides open
  • Chorus: twista (drag-on) (2x)
  • Swizz beatz:
  • Errrrrrr!!!!
  • Hold the ***** up!
  • Slow down!
  • Drag, twista, listen up
  • These mutha*****az dont know whats real out here
  • (they damn sure dont)
  • 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, ima pop at you
  • If your momma cry theres nothin I could do
  • Should notve *****ed with mr. illogical
  • When Im in to clubbin, clubbin, shake it dont you break it
  • You booty to shapey, cant take it, wanna see you *****
  • I don drunk a boo mutha*****a, so you know Im lit up
  • Everybody get up, spin witha a twista, its 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,
  • Lets see if you murdered wholl miss ya
  • I love the dirty south, thats why I gotta dirty mouth
  • Thatll burn you out
  • Tell your ***** I got a dick thatll turn her out,
  • Especially when I tell her turn around
  • I don hurt her now
  • Shitll come back, and I think its time to get murdered now
  • Im 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 wont miss ya, drag-on and twista
  • (puttin it on em!)

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