-Intro-
Verse 1
NV Sicc

Get twiztid like NV when you need toTill you can hardly breath dudeNever get high, get low so they can't see youTrust me I believe you, want it like a fiend doI'mma get twiztid till I can barely speak cooDizzy in the club scene twiztid ladies love meGirls get twiztid off your daquries and bubblyDudes try an mugg me I'm twiztid but luckilyNV wasn't sober, cause this could get uglySmashin in my new whip, twiztid color cool whipNever leave home without a pint of twiztid fluidReally nothin to it, find you somthin too sipTill you feel twiztid and you feel you bout to lose itDance and tear the floor up, till that feelin show upWhen you grab ya stomach and you feel you bout to throw upTell you what, there's no luck, hurlin and you so stuckBut you feelin better keep it twiztid kidd, sho nuff!
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We gon get twiztid at the spot order a Remy or twoDon't got my Mr Martin then the Henny will doGet twiztid blowin dro or you can twist with ya crewWe gon get it twiztid till there aint no twiztin to do
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Verse 2
We gon get it twiztid roll that thang upPack and fire blaze dutchTake it to the head and hold ya breath until you stay stuckExhale when you blazed buck, dro or sticky same stuffGaggin while you tokin must mean you don't really blaze muchBuy it by the QP, twist it tight not looselyTwiztid on the dro, it makes you feel all loosey gooseyIndonesia soothes me, twiztin really moves meNever get to poppin, then I'll smoke then pop the OozieChop it in the blunt wrap, go in half on fat sacksTwizt with philly's finest empty out the shell and pack thatLight it up snatch that, I gotta O match thatTwiztid if you don't smoke you will smell and catch a contactK-town got me crazy, twiztid cause I'm blazed BHotbox while we twiztin got my vision feelin hazeyCigerello's fade me, hydro smellin deadlyLike I'm blowin Grace, because this twizt is so amazing!
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Verse 3
Hittz The Beat Man

Hittz the Beath Man, hell I did the beat manTwiztid in the club and the styles so street manTez you can smoke too, Syke fill me up booI don't need that Remy cause that Goose still in meAnd a Dunn Deal, uuuhhh, that'll get you twiztidCall her Mrs Santa cause the girl is so giftedIt's like a buffett, with nothin but alcoholOver at our table it's all you can drink yallAnd keep ya cups to yaself if you aint puttin inThe only ones drinkin for free is closest to kinAnd that's on my folks who so SamoanThat's Quality's fam and yall aint knowin?We party, like it aint shit else to doSo we duck huntin, like it aint no niggas to shootSo good evening, yall aint gotta go homeBut it's 3 o'clock so get ya drunk ass on
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(1x)
Shout out my peeps, Syke, Tez, and Mae holdin me downMe and Shine sip the Vodka, leavin Kipi the crownI know Royce, he get my back, and Darin ready to clownWhen Grove or Tone play our CD just know we shuttin it down
-Outro-