Shyheim - Twin Glocks Lyrics
Intro:Damn Twin, why you die on me nigga?The *****? We was supposed to be here rockin this shit manYou was supposed to be shinin niggaYou was supposed to be gettin..[Shyheim]I got too timid to bust those garbage ass lyricsI could tell by the way you kick it, you don't live itEverything that could rhyme was stolen, Twin did itTension that arrest the son, feelin stressed and aloneCheck how my intellect flex and intersepts your domeSnatch his composure right out of it's clothesGot 'em sayin, "who those, buckwild thug niggaswho pulled out guns and made your click run like rivers?"We scary hoodlumsLeft the projects like the Christians and the Muslims left JerusalemMy other Twin pushed him the ***** out my wayJump off on Broadway in broad dayDA get the ***** out my face, I hope the machine breaksGot orders from the voices, that I heardI was told to leave no choices, to y'all herbsRobbin willy's for they platinum chains and Roleys and fursThen I splurge, Twin Glocks, Twin Twin Twin Twin, Twin GlocksChorus:I'm kickin Twin Glock lyrics, Twin's still here in spiritTwin I know you hear this, Twin I know you hear thisTwin I miss you, Twin Twin I love you TwinAin't get a chance to make a record, made it for you TwinI'm kickin twin glock lyrics, Twin's still here in spiritTwin I know you hear this, Twin I know you hear thisTwin I miss you, Twin Twin I love you TwinAnd that's my mother*****in word, I'ma see you again[Shyheim]You got somethin, drop somethin and stop frontinYou can't say glocks we stuntin, make it rot in the dungeonAnd when I'm dusted I pin emcee's mentallyDiplomatically, crack what you think psychologicallyTwin's the best, I cop more shit than angel cessAin't you vexed that I blew a hole thru your Avirex?You used to bite, scratch and bark, snuff a cutI don't give a *****, when I pop up, niggaz duckYou wanna find yourself by yourself? I'm just the man for thatYou won't even be tryin to find your *****in way backSo get out my way kickin that shit suckers say***** the eight, I take a rusty blade and cut your faceChorusOutro: ShyheimStraight up, BLAOW! BLAOW!For them faggot ass niggaz that put one up in my cousin's domeBLAOW! BLAOW! BLAOW! Nigga!Got black hoodies on, all in the mixJumpin outta Wu vans, flatten y'all niggaz***** y'all! Twin, rest in peaceBig up to the other TwinRemy cats, saggy, Twin GlocksFlippin the homos, throwin shit on flo' boatsTwin Glocks, Twin Twin GlocksTwin Glocks, rest in peace my nigga, Twin GlocksTwin AKA Twin Glocks, Shyheim, Twin Twin GlocksStraight up, Stapleton PJ's for lifeThe Moet you pop, Twin GlocksSkit after beat fades:*keys rustling*Save the whales, save the whalesFree Willy, my name's WillySave the dolphins, save the tunaSave anything, nobody caresHi, I am Robin Leech and this is lifestyles of the poor and homelessLadies and gentlemen, I would like to sing a song for your entertainment*parody of R. Kelly's "I Believe That I Can Fly"*I used to think that I could go onNow that I found the thing I love the most is wrongI only got just three more dollars to goWhen I pass the spot then I'll knowThat I can see it then I can do itI only have to buy it then I can smoke itI just want to get highTake my money and kiss it goodbyeI think about it every night and dayTo buy some crack and blast awayThen I'll buy me some more (ooh)I watch a skeezer as she search the floorWoo!
