Don't Get It Twisted

[Chorus: New Birth (x2)]

It's a trip how life is funny

All on my line cuz I got a little money

Can't see it for the likes of my eyes

[Verse 1: Trip Locc]

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 mando 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 weak

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 it's on

The way but back on up, I'm not the payer, I gets paid

[Chorus: New Birth (x2)]

It's a trip how life is funny

All on my line cuz I got a little money

Can't see it for the likes of my eyes

[Verse 2: Trip Locc]

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: New Birth (x2)]

It's a trip how life is funny

All on my line cuz I got a little money

Can't see it for the likes of my eyes

[Verse 3: Trip Locc]

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: New Birth (x3)]

It's a trip how life is funny

All on my line cuz I got a little money

Can't see it for the likes of my eyes