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 mandle 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 week
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