Got Me Twisted-Woodie/X.O.

Got Me Twisted (Feat. X.O.) - Woodie Let's take it back to ninety-three, flag hangin' to the back of my knee A three fifty seven tucked in my nuts for those attackin' me Patrolin' the block, the set, the turf whatever you wanna call it Seventeen years old so bold ain't no one shot callin' Fool we got our own gang, and do our own thang Money second, *****es third, first thing build a known name Earn our stripes, put in work, objective leave them rivals hurt Get your hands on any strap you can if broken make it work Avoid the cops at all costs, never come in contact Hit a fence and shake you faced with murder result to combat As long as that strap is loaded homie you got a chance Never give up, throw your sh*t up let 'em know you ready for the last dance One-eight-seven we hit them, seven-eight-one they hit us Back and forth we all die, ***** it! In my northerners I trust To ride's a must, whenever I bust can't let 'em match ballistics Weapon gone, new strap on my person "they got me twisted"