Dru Ha - Twinz lyrics

[Verse One: Rock] Brownsville and it's on b**h, that's Brooklyn Robbery capital, jack or clap a fool, night or afternoon I ain't hide, n***a, 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 n***as like you chase brown liquor On my pivot like the chamber on the trey pound, b**hes "I Love New York", but I hate clown b**hes Not a "Chance" will I "Tango" with you stank foul b**hes And I ain't "Tailor Made" for play around witcha Sharks in the water, you ain't got to wait to drown, n***as [Verse Two: Sean Price] Welcome to Bucktown, soon as I touchdown Newport in my mouth, n***as want bust downs Ruck is the best rapper, what do that make Rock? Make him my twin brother, muthaf**a, the bank stop, P [Hook: Rock, (Sean Price)] 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 n***as you ever seen All my smokers light it up, to this ill sh** All my drinkers bottoms up, to this real sh** All my riders stand up, to this ill sh** Real sh**, 'Ville sh**, ya'll got to feel this [Verse Three: Sean Price] Yo, listen, bang on your force, ya'll n***as can't hang with a boss Jesus the name, no, I'm not the lame on the cross Hating the north, north n***as hating the south Hating you all, f** 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 thirty Everybody on your team, jeans dirty Ya'll n***as 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 [Verse Four: Rock] Welcome to Bedrock, watch for the feds and the cops Watch for the red dots, don't get your head shot Who the f** is the best, Rock, what do that make Ruck? Make him my twin brother, muthaf**a, that's gangsta [Hook: Rock, (Sean Price)] 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 n***as you ever seen All my smokers light it up, to this ill sh** All my drinkers bottoms up, to this real sh** All my riders stand up, to this ill sh** Real sh**, 'Ville sh**, ya'll got to feel this [Verse Five: Rock] Listen, Tyra, I'm not a model. Biggs, I'm not a rasta But Rock's America's Next Top Shotta Sket pop locker, I test drive shotguns Slugs in your mug, f** 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 n***as like the old d**h Row Jump get shot in the jaw, give you smoke neck lows [Verse Six: Sean Price] 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 je ne sais quoi Mixed with stupidity, it'll be curtains for ya'll, P!