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Don't Get It Twisted

Foesum

Perfection

1996

Now come to scoop me up around 10, M&M
don't forget the hennessey, juice or gin
we bouts to take another trip so just dip in the Foe
I got a box

West Coast, Gulf Coast, East Coast

S.P.M.

Frost Presents Somethin' for the Riderz

2003

cheddar cheese full of scratch
And got them super fly fish tags full of tash
That's how we do it, hustle fluit runnin through my veins
I got soldiers

want that (Money) , I want that (Weed)
I want that (Truck) , bitch gimme them keys

We come to get all that
Don't leave shit out
Aim the barrel at your

and sometimes I'm wishing that I could be in it
I ain't jealous I know that I'll be there eventually building my path just to get it
Know that first gotta get me

gone too soon
You ain't too far
Bitch i know all ya moves
Wanna say "fuck me"
Baby that's cool (Fuck You)
Don't come out the house
Or you might meet ya

flossed once you conquered defeat
I'll take the plaques just long as they honor my speech
With all these jewels I teach got me runnin' thru boutiques

place ya bets on me
Take a little ribbon home
See my cheeks in these jeans
Tips start to foam

And I'll take two-hundred and two-hundred-and-fifty dicks

Ask
All he gotta do is ask
Baby know he got a free pass
We ain't really got no past no
I really like
The way he make me feel when he come over

the ball
You'll be like "why me?"
Trust me cuz, one by one
I'll make all six of them whitey
Man's got Japanese and Chinese
Don't try tell me about shinies

life has been hide and seek
I used to suffer in silence, I never showed you that side of me
Hypnotized by society, all the people I tried to be

the deeper zone
When I'm up all night killing beats 'til the peak of dawn
Killing all these rappers
You can even hear the reaper moan
Runnin the game and I

hallelujah
I just picture every thing before it's time to do it
Now I'm fit to be king I'll make my crown in music
So smart that they try'na make the kingdom
I

won't take no less
I'm not writing birthday greetings"
And then Jenny's blood ran hot
She said, "I'm not one for desk jockeys
But I'll give you

a boulder
If ya wanna bring the drama put the rifle to my shoulder
But I ain't trippin cause I'm here to make ya bounce
Counting money by the stacks, bustin

all that payback shit you ripped in jail
by then i'll have that nine to make that brain thang hang out, nigga
you fuckin' with the g'sta
when you

And I'll take you there 
With no problem 
Never runnin outta options 
I could take you to 
Upstate or downtown 
Go round 
Chillin cuz I got it 
Fuck it let's

love, I could see the eyes up above
watchin, waitin for me to slip
lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by Jase
he threw all the fakes

call my name
You know I'll come runnin’
Nothin’ else matters when I'm holdin’ your hand
And when you smile and say
You'll never leave me
You fill my

Terrorize they block, we 56
Them niggas know me
I ain't playin' 'bout no war, bitch
I'll slide by my lonely

I ain't worried 'bout no opps
I'm from where

can trust me
You can trust me

I'm finally good at the place where I wanna be
Runnin' the race that's in front of me
I'm like a horse, I don't look left

was thirteen)
That was me (me, nigga), at fifteen I was a G
By the age twenty-one, half brick, quarter ki 
I could turn the hands of time, I'll go

I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be no B-list celebrity
Keep that Glock by my feet
Born and raised up in these streets
Duckin heat,

honey. 
 All night long. 
  
 Make me feel alright 
 Yes, all yes, all yes, all alright. 
  
 You better come on up and get down with me. 
 I'll make you

Return of the G, word to triple stack
Are you done rapping?
No, no, I, uh, I do whatever I can, whatever I can do
You know, whatever comes to my mind, I'll