Shyheim

[Intro:]
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..
[Shyheim]
I got too timid to bust those garbage ass lyrics
I could tell by the way you kick it, you dont 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 its 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 yall herbs
Robbin willys for they platinum chains and Roleys and furs
Then I splurge, Twin Glocks, Twin Twin Twin Twin, Twin Glocks
[Chorus:]
Im kickin Twin Glock lyrics, Twins 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
Aint get a chance to make a record, made it for you Twin
Im kickin twin glock lyrics, Twins 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 thats my motherfuckin word, Ima see you again
[Shyheim]
You got somethin, drop somethin and stop frontin
You cant say glocks we stuntin, make it rot in the dungeon
And when Im dusted I pin emcees mentally
Diplomatically, crack what you think psychologically
Twins the best, I cop more shit than angel cess
Aint you vexed that I blew a hole thru your Avirex?
You used to bite, scratch and bark, snuff a cut
I dont give a fuck, when I pop up, niggaz duck
You wanna find yourself by yourself? Im just the man for that
You wont 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
[Chorus]
[Outro: Shyheim]
Straight up, BLAOW! BLAOW!
For them faggot ass niggaz that put one up in my cousins dome
BLAOW! BLAOW! BLAOW! Nigga!
Got black hoodies on, all in the mix
Jumpin outta Wu vans, flatten yall niggaz
Fuck yall! 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 PJs for life
The Moet you pop, Twin Glocks
[Skit after beat fades:]
[keys rustling]
Save the whales, save the whales
Free Willy, my names 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
[parody of R. Kellys "I Believe That I Can Fly"]
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 Ill 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 Ill buy me some more (ooh)
I watch a skeezer as she search the floor
Woo!
[ Twin Glocks Lyrics ]