Twinz

[Rock:]
 Brownsville in this son' bitch, that's Brooklyn
 Robbery capital, jack or clap a fool, night or afternoon
 I ain't hide, nigga, 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 niggas like you chase brown liquor
 On my pivot like the chamber on the trey pound, bitches
 I love New York, but I hate clown bitches
 Not a chance will I tango with you stank foul bitches
 And I ain't tailor made for play around witcha
 Sharks in the water, you ain't got to wait around, nigga
 [Sean Price:]
 Welcome to Bucktown, soon as I touchdown
 Newport in my mouth, niggas want bust downs
 Ruck is the best rapper, what do that make Rock?
 Make him my twin brother, muthafucka, the bank stop, P.
 [Chorus: 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 niggas you ever seen
 All my smokers light it up, to this I'll shit
 All my drinkers bottoms up, to this real shit
 All my riders stand up, to this I'll shit
 Real shit, 'Ville shit, ya'll got to feel this
 [Sean Price:]
 Yo, listen, bang on your force, ya'll niggas can't hang with a boss
 Jesus the name, no, I'm not the lame on the cross
 Hating the north, north niggas hating the south
 Hating you all, fuck 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 dirty
 Everybody on your team, jeans dirty
 Ya'll niggas 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
 [Rock:]
 Welcome to Bedrock, watch for the feds and the cops
 Watch for the red dots, don't get your head shot
 Who the fuck is the best, Rock, what do that make Ruck?
 Make him my twin brother, muthafucka, that's gangsta
 [Chorus]
 [Rock:]
 Listen, Tyra, I'm not a model, bitch, I'm not a rasta
 But Rock's America's Next Top Jotta
 Sket pop locker, I test drive shotguns
 Slugs in your mug, fuck 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 niggas like the old Death Row
 Jump get shot in the jaw, give you smoke neck lows
 [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 gene se qua
 Mixed with stupidity, it'll be curtains for ya'll, P!