Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Twin Glocks , by - Shyheim. Song from the album Manchild, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.06.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wu-Tang
Song language: English
Twin Glocks |
| Damn Twin, why you die on me nigga? |
| The fuck? |
| We was supposed to be here rockin this shit man |
| You was supposed to be shinin nigga |
| You was supposed to be gettin. |
| I got too timid to bust those garbage ass lyrics |
| I could tell by the way you kick it, you don’t live it |
| Everything that could rhyme was stolen, Twin did it |
| Tension that arrest the son, feelin stressed and alone |
| Check how my intellect flex and intersepts your dome |
| Snatch his composure right out of it’s clothes |
| Got 'em sayin, «who those, buckwild thug niggas |
| Who pulled out guns and made your click run like rivers?» |
| We scary hoodlums |
| Left the projects like the Christians and the Muslims left Jerusalem |
| My other Twin pushed him the fuck out my way |
| Jump off on Broadway in broad day |
| DA get the fuck out my face, I hope the machine breaks |
| Got orders from the voices, that I heard |
| I was told to leave no choices, to y’all herbs |
| Robbin willy’s for they platinum chains and Roleys and furs |
| Then I splurge, Twin Glocks, Twin Twin Twin Twin, Twin Glocks |
| I’m kickin Twin Glock lyrics, Twin’s still here in spirit |
| Twin I know you hear this, Twin I know you hear this |
| Twin I miss you, Twin Twin I love you Twin |
| Ain’t get a chance to make a record, made it for you Twin |
| I’m kickin twin Glock lyrics, Twin’s still here in spirit |
| Twin I know you hear this, Twin I know you hear this |
| Twin I miss you, Twin Twin I love you Twin |
| And that’s my motherfuckin word, I’ma see you again |
| You got somethin, drop somethin and stop frontin |
| You can’t say Glocks we stuntin, make it rot in the dungeon |
| And when I’m dusted I pin emcee’s mentally |
| Diplomatically, crack what you think psychologically |
| Twin’s the best, I cop more shit than angel cess |
| Ain’t you vexed that I blew a hole thru your Avirex? |
| You used to bite, scratch and bark, snuff a cut |
| I don’t give a fuck, when I pop up, niggas duck |
| You wanna find yourself by yourself? |
| I’m just the man for that |
| You won’t even be tryin to find your fuckin way back |
| So get out my way kickin that shit suckers say |
| Fuck the eight, I take a rusty blade and cut your face |
| Outro: Shyheim |
| Straight up, BLAOW! |
| BLAOW! |
| For them faggot ass niggas that put one up in my cousin’s dome |
| BLAOW! |
| BLAOW! |
| BLAOW! |
| Nigga! |
| Got black hoodies on, all in the mix |
| Jumpin outta Wu vans, flatten y’all niggas |
| Fuck y’all! |
| Twin, rest in peace |
| Big up to the other Twin |
| Remy cats, saggy, Twin Glocks |
| Flippin the homos, throwin shit on flo' boats |
| Twin Glocks, Twin Twin Glocks |
| Twin Glocks, rest in peace my nigga, Twin Glocks |
| Twin AKA Twin Glocks, Shyheim, Twin Twin Glocks |
| Straight up, Stapleton PJ’s for life |
| The Moet you pop, Twin Glocks |
| Skit after beat fades: |
| Save the whales, save the whales |
| Free Willy, my name’s Willy |
| Save the dolphins, save the tuna |
| Save anything, nobody cares |
| Hi, I am Robin Leech and this is lifestyles of the poor and homeless |
| Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to sing a song for your entertainment |
| I used to think that I could go on |
| Now that I found the thing I love the most is wrong |
| I only got just three more dollars to go |
| When I pass the spot then I’ll know |
| That I can see it then I can do it |
| I only have to buy it then I can smoke it |
| I just want to get high |
| Take my money and kiss it goodbye |
| I think about it every night and day |
| To buy some crack and blast away |
| Then I’ll buy me some more (ooh) |
| I watch a skeezer as she search the floor |
| Woo! |