Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Twin Glocks, artist - Shyheim. Album song Manchild, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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! |