Translation: Karaca Cem. Twin Glocks.
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
I ain't sayin' no more names You soon expire, no pain (Heh, nuh,uh) I feel remorse, the shit causes me and Diddy up first Racin' Porsches wit the big twin
come they gots to come correct Because they know I catch wreck A well known wild street vet Step into the kill zone, baby, it's on I pack the twin nine
Cause in god we trust, but other people pay cash A man once told me, no guts no glory So I got the beam attached to my twin glock 40's And all my X girlfriends
got my twin Glock, 40s, cocked back Me and my homies, so drop that We rollin' on twenties, with the top back So much money, you can't stop that Twin Glock
When you see me I don't want that weeders say they in Baby, don't we have to give up one for my friends Twinny twin, twin not once did I give up defeat
ready to rock) I got a glock Then, pow, your body is all over the block Tryin' to step to the, the exorcist, kick it I git mad wicked when the twin cocks
go Sittin in the cell watchin time go pass Lookin at your kids and your momma doin +glass+ If I could turn back time I would of told him keep the glock
up in this shit But he still wanna be in this shit And he start runnin? with goddamn Kain Like they were really gon' blow up bein? the Ying Yang Twins
got some beef wit' me, then I got some beef wit' y'all Now ooh lawd, them boys on the map again Who they be? Mr. Ball and them Ying-Yang Twins And when
Sittin in the cell watchin time go pass Lookin at your kids and your momma through a glass If I could turn back time I would of told him keep the glock
suppose you knew So thugs, pop yo' toasters but don't approach us or Bullets'll chase you like Moet mimosas Catch us both coasts, racin' twin Porsches Boxes with glocks
I'm not a hater nigga beside a bunch of chicken niggaz that +Duck Duck Goose+ You punks got a 50/50 chance of livin, you playin +Rock Paper Scissors+ I got twin glocks
, Lord, that I honor you Blow your lil' head off while you're tying your shoe But back in the kitchen Pyrex's Occupied by the twins, bank robbers with
go and throw your shoes on out I'm that shit that great Mario [unverified] 'bout Clear this out, blood on the hopscotch floor Shells in the sandbox, niggaz with big Glocks
friends Hit Jamaica rollin' papers turning up spotta Benz City corners I've been in a deuce double O three Benz I'm sittin' on those dubs twins I'm from
