Heltah Skeltah - Twinz lyrics
[Heltah Skeltah - Twinz lyrics]
Brownsville and it's on bitch
That's Brooklyn
Robbery capital, jack or clap a fool
Night or afternoon
I ain't hide, nigga, Google me, matter fact
I direct you to the
Street, Sachman and Belmont
Just bring a sleuth of heat
Sephlo PJ's, Sachman Street pee stain
Buzzing with the dirty dozen
That's a mean yae i chase down niggas like
You chase brown liquor
On my pivot like the chamber
On the trey pound, bitches
"I Love New York", but I hate clown bitches
Not a "Chance" will I "Tango"
With you stank foul bitches
And I ain't "Tailor Made"
For play around witcha
Sharks in the water, you ain't
Got to wait to drown, niggas
Welcome to Bucktown, soon as I touchdown
Newport in my mouth, niggas want bust downs
Ruck is the best rapper
What do that make Rock?
Make him my twin brother
Muthafucka, the bank stop, p
We the illest and realest truthfully
(yes indeed)
We the illest and realest, tell 'em
(man, they already see)
We the illest and realest totally (it's DIRT)
We the illest and realest two
Niggas you ever seen
All my smokers light it up, to this ill shit
All my drinkers bottoms up, to this real shit
All my riders stand up, to this ill shit
Real shit, 'Ville shit
Ya'll got to feel this
Yo, listen, bang on your force
Ya'll niggas can't hang with a boss
Jesus the name, no
I'm not the lame on the cross
Hating the north
North niggas hating the south
Hating you all, fuck it
Throw the eight in your mouth sean Price a
K a President P
Resident Evil, evil, bend the eagles
Squeeze at your fleet grown man rap
Everybody on the team is thirty
Everybody on your team, jeans dirty
Ya'll niggas is bums
And Ruckus can't take it no more
Give me your gun
Permanently put his face on the floor
Listen, best flow and let the whole US know
Let the sket blow, holla
Me and Sephlo Dollar
Welcome to Bedrock
Watch for the feds and the cops
Watch for the red dots
Don't get your head shot
Who the fuck is the best, Rock
What do that make Ruck?
Make him my twin brother, muthafucka
That's gangsta
We the illest and realest truthfully
(yes indeed)
We the illest and realest, tell 'em
(man, they already see)
We the illest and realest totally (it's DIRT)
We the illest and realest two
Niggas you ever seen
All my smokers light it up, to this ill shit
All my drinkers bottoms up, to this real shit
All my riders stand up, to this ill shit
Real shit, 'Ville shit
Ya'll got to feel this
Listen, Tyra, I'm not a model biggs
I'm not a rasta
But Rock's America's Next Top Shotta
Sket pop locker, I test drive shotguns
Slugs in your mug, fuck doctors, you dead
God gotcha
Then it's back to my youth, the same DI
Got dro in the street like my name TI
Put fear in you niggas like the old Death Row
Jump get shot in the jaw
Give you smoke neck lows
Yo, knife in my right, the sket on the left
Put the gun to your head and
The Gillette to your neck
Sean Price is the best in the west
I mean the beast from the east
Super rappers see the S on my chest
Son of Jarel, gun and an L, top shotter
Rosary beads, you bleed stigmata
The kid's hotter
My rap style is je ne sais quoi
Mixed with stupidity, it'll be
Curtains for ya'll, p!
That's Brooklyn
Robbery capital, jack or clap a fool
Night or afternoon
I ain't hide, nigga, Google me, matter fact
I direct you to the
Street, Sachman and Belmont
Just bring a sleuth of heat
Sephlo PJ's, Sachman Street pee stain
Buzzing with the dirty dozen
That's a mean yae i chase down niggas like
You chase brown liquor
On my pivot like the chamber
On the trey pound, bitches
"I Love New York", but I hate clown bitches
Not a "Chance" will I "Tango"
With you stank foul bitches
And I ain't "Tailor Made"
For play around witcha
Sharks in the water, you ain't
Got to wait to drown, niggas
Welcome to Bucktown, soon as I touchdown
Newport in my mouth, niggas want bust downs
Ruck is the best rapper
What do that make Rock?
Make him my twin brother
Muthafucka, the bank stop, p
We the illest and realest truthfully
(yes indeed)
We the illest and realest, tell 'em
(man, they already see)
We the illest and realest totally (it's DIRT)
We the illest and realest two
Niggas you ever seen
All my smokers light it up, to this ill shit
All my drinkers bottoms up, to this real shit
All my riders stand up, to this ill shit
Real shit, 'Ville shit
Ya'll got to feel this
Yo, listen, bang on your force
Ya'll niggas can't hang with a boss
Jesus the name, no
I'm not the lame on the cross
Hating the north
North niggas hating the south
Hating you all, fuck it
Throw the eight in your mouth sean Price a
K a President P
Resident Evil, evil, bend the eagles
Squeeze at your fleet grown man rap
Everybody on the team is thirty
Everybody on your team, jeans dirty
Ya'll niggas is bums
And Ruckus can't take it no more
Give me your gun
Permanently put his face on the floor
Listen, best flow and let the whole US know
Let the sket blow, holla
Me and Sephlo Dollar
Welcome to Bedrock
Watch for the feds and the cops
Watch for the red dots
Don't get your head shot
Who the fuck is the best, Rock
What do that make Ruck?
Make him my twin brother, muthafucka
That's gangsta
We the illest and realest truthfully
(yes indeed)
We the illest and realest, tell 'em
(man, they already see)
We the illest and realest totally (it's DIRT)
We the illest and realest two
Niggas you ever seen
All my smokers light it up, to this ill shit
All my drinkers bottoms up, to this real shit
All my riders stand up, to this ill shit
Real shit, 'Ville shit
Ya'll got to feel this
Listen, Tyra, I'm not a model biggs
I'm not a rasta
But Rock's America's Next Top Shotta
Sket pop locker, I test drive shotguns
Slugs in your mug, fuck doctors, you dead
God gotcha
Then it's back to my youth, the same DI
Got dro in the street like my name TI
Put fear in you niggas like the old Death Row
Jump get shot in the jaw
Give you smoke neck lows
Yo, knife in my right, the sket on the left
Put the gun to your head and
The Gillette to your neck
Sean Price is the best in the west
I mean the beast from the east
Super rappers see the S on my chest
Son of Jarel, gun and an L, top shotter
Rosary beads, you bleed stigmata
The kid's hotter
My rap style is je ne sais quoi
Mixed with stupidity, it'll be
Curtains for ya'll, p!