*featuring Twista
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A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-lchemist
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Yeah, once again, and we have - the remix!
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Yeah, uh-huh, what we got?
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Twista I see you my nigga! C'mon now
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Yeah yeah, yeah, uh-huh
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"Oh my gosh! The music just turns me on!"
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[Havoc]
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Yo.. yo.. ain't no party once we crash the party
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Shorty, I'm only here for one night
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Meet me in the lobby take a sip of this get nice
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I'ma get you bent, but fuck it it's only right
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The martinis, them Belvy's, the Hypnotiq's
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Turned you out, wanna see what's up in your closet
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You got a man, that's cool, I just wanna be friends
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I ain't tryin to get hooked like phonics
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We on the low so you won't be spotted
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Front window tinted so you safe in the cockpit
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Fools wild in the club, I just play the wall
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My niggaz pray and pray for my downfall
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Man how I scoop them broads and get that groupie love
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One look and your chick is dug
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Y'all ain't real, y'all some home thugs
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Please don't make me show you what I snuck in the club, yeah
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[Chorus: Havoc]
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Y'all niggaz got it twisted, huh?
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That liquor up in you, you charged
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That truth come out when you drunk
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Yo' ass won't make it to see tomorrow
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Y'all niggaz got it twisted, huh?
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That liquor up in you, you charged
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That truth come out when you drunk
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Yo' ass won't make it to see tomorrow
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We step up in the club with one thing (one thing)
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On our mind, that's leave with something (something)
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Get rid of that ring, get rid of those cuffs
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We about the.. girl
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We about the.. girl
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We about the.. girl-girl ("The music just turns me on!")
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We about the.. girl
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We about the.. girl-girl
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[Twista]
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They call me Twista but homey don't get it twisted
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Fuck specifics, or the ballistics hollows'll get you rifted
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Fuck with the gifted, take a look at what my machines did
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That I got from my niggaz from Queensbridge, you ain't seen shit
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Take a shot of my liquor, then I pull on the trigger
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Rollin in with the Mobb Deep, and we steady gettin thicker and thicker
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For the lords and the gangsters, thugs and the killers
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We got too many toolies floatin between us, you can't get wit us
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It's that killer Twista in the house, and I'm
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quick to put the pistol in your mouth, and uh
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got pounds like got seventy-five to cop twenty
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But I'm only spendin sixty, the rest is new glock money
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Distribute 'em to the click that we steppin up in the club
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Where the freaks pop that ass on the dick, showin us love
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Tryin to get out of line, you gon' get hit with the biscuit
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You got Seagram's in front of you, so get twisted, don't get it twisted
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[Chorus]
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[Prodigy]
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If you really wanna party with P
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Put your hands where my eyes can see
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And shorty right there she come with me
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And I hope she got friends, cause we Mobb Deep
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No bullshit, Timb boots and gangster clothes
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We don't follow trends - we set those!
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You see us gettin dressed up, ain't nuttin
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but some fresh white on whites and that ol' folks
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Infamous a new label
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Don't confuse our shit with no other labels (fuck up outta here)
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Come through that bitch just force, and lay shit down
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We don't gotta send people, we bang for real
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You won't know if I did sum'n, I won't tell
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Or rap about it songs, cause that's goin to jail
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But come fuckin with me, that's goin to hell
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You rap about me? That's how I can tell!
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[Chorus]
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Got It Twisted (Remix)
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