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' ******z that, luv to talk talk *******t

While these muthat******az 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 SI

DE ******z if it's static, then pass me the strap, gonna

RIDE 'Til

MY RIDE All the hoes that'll freaky ******z, 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 ****** bust, they bustin' back

Guys that'll roll them dice and win, girls with 'fits that show the skin

Real ******z 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 ****** 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 *******t for the fine ******* and all my nugz

For the ones that smoke pot, do stick ups, and ball in our hood

What do a ****** say when he say

Drag-On and

Twista (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 *******

I don' ****** like last night,

I don't give a ****** 'bout a 2 and a half mic

Cause the only mutha******' 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 mutha******a 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, ******z 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 don't know what's real out here (They damn sure don't)

This is volume 2 (volume 2)

******, 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 ****** with

Mr. Illogical

When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it don't you break it

You booty to sacred, can't take it, wanna see you naked

I don' drunk a boo mutha******a, so you know

I'm lit up

Everybody get up, sweat for tha

Twista, it's a stick up

Drag-On (Swizz Beatz):

This where the *******t pick up, let me load this clip up, just 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 *******

I got a ****** that'll turn her out, especially when

I tell her turn around

I don' hurt her now

*******t'll come back, and

I think it's time to get murdered now

I'm tired of silly clowns, spittin' out weak *******t, sound like my *******t

You gon' make me pull a all nighter

Standin' infront of your crib with that gasoline and that lighter

That way we won't miss ya,

Drag-On and

Twista (Puttin' it on 'em!)