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Twinz - Don't Get It Twisted (Feat. New Birth)

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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.  
 Non-stop for us got that business deal to work, sign  
 some autographs give away a grip of shirts.  
 I know it hurts to see a nigga doin' his thang, you  
 shoulda' maintained the road to fame, now you get  
 a X by your name.  
  
 Chorus  
  
 3rd Verse:  
 Now, what makes you think that you can play some  
 real playa's play, nights on the phone with your girl  
 truth or dare? (Truth). You was gobblin' up a gang  
 of shit on the down low, mister phisticated top rated  
 gettin' headphones. Now it's on and I lay back  
 watch'em jock, go up and down the block,  
 (where the homies?) on the spot servin' berry, cuz  
 Mary ever get you like high, why try when I, brutalize  
 our spys. Now lately I been hangin', just thinkin' bout'  
 my knot, should my hammer just go pop on them  
 suckas that don't stop. Yakkin' at the mouth  
 buckmouth jaw jackin', I'm seein' through the makeup  
 undercover hood flatten. I'm after, the dollas and  
 the cents you gon need to realize the drama that the  
 twinz bring indeed. Proceed to make you jump,  
 got a whole of spunk, mama didn't raise no punk gettin'  
 all up in funk. (what?)  
  
 Chorus(3X