[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 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



[Chorus:]

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



[Shyheim]

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, niggaz 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



[Chorus]



[Outro: Shyheim]

Straight up, BLAOW! BLAOW!

For them faggot ass niggaz 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 niggaz

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:]

[keys rustling]

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



[parody of R. Kelly's "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 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!