Twisted Heat Lyrics by Dmx

Twisted Heat

[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!]