Twisted Lyrics

Intro: Mr. Probz (50 Cent)
Here's a little info you should know (it's fifty-thousand)
You don't know what you're in for
What you're in for (come on)

Chorus: Mr. Probz (50 Cent)
We get the party rocking, bottles popping
Tonight we gon' turn up till we (yeah) twisted, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
System thumping, the club is jumping
Tonight we gon' turn up till we twisted, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

Verse 1: 50 Cent
Let's toast to success and take it a little higher
May tomorrow bring you everything your heart desires
Let your driving ambition offer you new visions
May your gut-instinct help you make good decisions
This is more than Champagne, this is more than just a glass
This is a symbol of accomplishment we rarely ever had (ha ha!)
Let's enjoy tonight like tonight's our last
We can focus on the future and reflect on the past (Wo, a-wo.)
We done came so far, I mean, look where we are
If they don't call us by name they call us entrepreneurs
From the block to the board room, the hood to the high life
Skyscraper paper, baby, life in the limelight
Want the best of the best, the top of the top
I mean the baddest bitches, you know, the cream of the crop
We gotta hustle and have it, we better than average (uh)
More like the elite, my nigga, we gotta eat, come on

Chorus: Mr. Probz (50 Cent)
We get the party rocking, bottles popping
Tonight we gon' turn up till we (turn up) twisted, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
System thumping, the club is jumping
Tonight we gon' turn up till we (come on, come on) twisted, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

Verse 2: 50 Cent
What was once a strike against us has become an advantage
'Cause we grind when we at it like we stone-cold addicts
That mastermind, the mental is oh so essential (uh)
Product of the environment (uh), they ain't been what we've been through (yeah)
I'm fond of the phrase "If there's a will, there's a way"
'Cause we come from the parts where only killers could play
Southside (Southside), it's alright
Ghetto's my Alma Mater huh? It's alright (Wo, a-wo.)
We could keep the party jumping like this all night
The bottles, just keep 'em coming, baby, let's get right
Let's get it on, play a little Marvin
It’s getting hot in here, homie, this could be a problem
Keni Burke style, let's keep rising to the top (uh)
Let's do it, do it big and let a fucking hater watch, oh yeah
This is perfect, this a moment to remember
As we proceed on our money getting agenda, come on

Chorus: Mr. Probz (50 Cent)
We get the party rocking, bottles popping
Tonight we gon' turn up till we (turn up) twisted, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
System thumping, the club is jumping
Tonight we gon' turn up till we twisted, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)