Lyric Twisted Heat Of DMX

Lyric Song Twisted Heat: feat Twista

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 assload them cribs
let me see the mobbin niggaz thatuhhtalk shit
While these muthatfuckaz be scummy and ll go for the money
ready to ride when they holdin a lick
Thugs with the Chevy sthugs with the trucks
the real gun runner never run when he bust
Henny and he mobs in the frontsmoke 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 staticthen pass me the strap
gonna RIDE Til MY RIDE
All the hoes that ll freaky niggazwith the fedi
let s get buck up in the club
And all my soldiersFALL OUTgangstasMOB UP
All the homeys on the block
anny up on the fin and let s go get us a sack
Serve toowe got a custom Lachustlin pack
til a nigga bustthey 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 potdo stick upsand ball in our hood
What do a nigga say when he say Drag On and Twista Wanna kill me
Gangsta Let s ridehustla Feel me

Drag On
By know everybody should knowthat 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 calicoI 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 rainbowis 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 droppop enough glocks
Drag open up boots by watchin co op s in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeepsin 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 youtryin to breeze with me
All the Roc is E N Y C Ein the NYC with the white T
All I really do is
R U double FR Y D ED R A Gto the dash O N
Catch mesmokin potentbet it leave y allniggaz soakin
with your insides open

Chorus Twista Drag On 2x

Swizz Beatz
ERRRRRRR!!!!
Hold the fuck up!
Slow down!
DragTwistalisten up
These muthafuckaz don t know what s real out here
They damn sure don t
This is volume 2 volume 2
Niggasoget ignorent!

Chorus Twista Drag On

Twista
Whether murder or bouncy beatmy flow be philosophical
Smokin on tropicalachievin all missions impossible
When I up the block at youI 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 shapeycan t take itwanna see you naked
I don drunk a boo muthafuckaso you know I m lit up
Everybody get upspin witha a Twistait s a stick up

Drag On Swizz Beatz
This where the shit pick uplet me load this clip up
lust pour me some liquorFlame On and Twista
let s see if you murdered who ll miss ya
I love the dirty souththat 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 backand I think it s time to get murdered now
I m tired of silly clownsspittin out weak shitsound like my shit
You gon make me pull a all nighter
Standin infront of your crib with that gasoline and that lighter
Now hitwe won t miss yaDrag On and Twista
Puttin it on em!