Heltah Skeltah - Twinz lyrics

rate me

Brownsville in this son' 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 around, nigga

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 D.I.R.T.)

We the illest and realest two niggas you ever seen

All my smokers light it up, to this I'll shit

All my drinkers bottoms up, to this real shit

All my riders stand up, to this I'll 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 dirty

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 U.S. 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

Listen, Tyra, I'm not a model, bitch, I'm not a rasta

But Rock's America's Next Top Jotta

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 D.I.

Got dro in the street like my name T.I.

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 gene se qua

Mixed with stupidity, it'll be curtains for ya'll, P!