Ruff, Ruff, Ruff, Ruff, Ruff, Ruff, Ruff, Ruff
Uh, Ruff Ryders
Uh (ha)
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah (don't get it twisted y'all)
Ruff Ryders, ha
Fuck I'm talkin' about right here (don't get it twisted y'all)
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Ruff Ryders, ha
Don't get it twisted y'all
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Yo (don't get it twisted y'all)

Now I know y'all couldn't wait to hear Kiss over Premier
Kill you on tape, then watch it over a beer
'Cause you ain't nothin' but a movie with expensive footage
That's the reason they gon' leave you with expensive bullets
Ain't none of y'all better than LOX
Have all of y'all dressed up in a suit, dead in a box
Me and my niggas get redder than fox
And I don't care if I love you, I still want head of the drop
Niggas runnin' round talkin' that Y2K shit
Crackheads'll still gon' want that gray shit
That's why I'ma always cop the yay quick
So I suggest all of y'all stay on J dick
Too hard for MTV, not black enough for BET, just let me be
Give me all my royalty money and let me re
And I'ma have O's for six and halves for three, uh

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Don't get it twisted y'all
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Uh (Ruff Ryders, ha)
L to the O to the X
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Ruff Ryders, ha)
Don't get it twisted y'all
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(Ruff Ryders, ha)
L-O-X niggas
Don't get it twisted y'all

Ayo, I give it to you point blank, in your moms place
So like point break, with a mask on with the presidents face
Clear my space, when big Sheek crash the boards
Y'all ain't just mark niggas, y'all Hallmark niggas
With all that soft ass writin' might as well be in cards
You don't gamble with your life, when I launch these torpedoes
That'll shoot the crack out your ass at Foxwood casinos
Just me and my Gambinos drunk as fuck
Winter time parking lot, DVD in the truck
I been drunk most my life, don't ask me why
Through ninth grade, I ain't go to high school, I went to school high
And I don't care what y'all got, that shit don't excite me
I'm black and deadly and my burner just like me
And I'm quick to stick one of y'all on tour at the Sheraton
See what's yours can be mine without inherittin'
Give up your chains and them little diamonds in your ear
Is it worth your family cryin' and the doctor yellin', "Clear!" huh?

ha, don't get it twisted y'all
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(Ruff Ryders, ha)
L to the O to the X
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(Ruff Ryders, ha)
Don't get it twisted y'all
Recognize, recognize, recognize
(Ruff Ryders, ha)
L-O-X niggas
Uh-huh (don't get it twisted y'all)

If I knew heaven had a ghetto that was sweeter than here
You know the P'll pack his bag and just leave next year
But I got a son to raise so I'ma stay in this hell
And I gotta gun to blaze if you play with the L, dot O, dot X, dot at the end
We the niggas that's gon' leave with the pot at the end
Never too young to die or too old to live
Ain't it hard to buss your gun? Go home and mold your kid
I'm ashamed I sell crack, but I'ma ride for the moment
Know the consequence, I'ma die with the omen
Two is better than one, there's three of The LOX
Key in the pot, key in the drop, key to the top
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost of rap
Three into one, seein' a gun and usin' it dog
Dope in the six, coke in the five, weed in the four
The ice is for my niggas but the heat is for y'all

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(Ruff Ryders, ha)
Don't get it twisted y'all
Recognize, recognize, recognize
(Ruff Ryders, ha)
L to the O to the X
Recognize, recognize, recognize
(Ruff Ryders, ha)
Don't get it twisted y'all
Recognize, recognize, recognize
(Ruff Ryders, ha)
L-O-X niggas
Don't get it twisted y'all

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Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): CHRISTOPHER E MARTIN, DARRIN DEAN, DAVID STYLES, JASON PHILLIPS, SEAN JACOBS