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twinz - personas lyrics

yeah, yeah, young c, what you can say
f-ck all ya’ll motherf-ckers who wanna touch us, touch our hip-hop
yeha, for real, do you keep it real?
yeah, f.u.c.k.- dis is talk of young c, let’s go

[young c]
my persona just like big anaconda
attack immediately without pause in a minute
adrenaline burn in a body & wanna blow ya
put sh-t on ya, we’ll not be mourn ya
we make from you a pone, real slim, put you low
you don’t know, who iz young c of t.w.i.n.z
persona just like anaconda, hip hop wanna
was born ain’t in a bronx or queens bridge
in a ghetto my soul was born to get a link
wit good world, make dis cord mo longer
f-ck your dreams, f-ck your trims
ya -ss will be soon victim, you lookin sick, man
i ain’t cholo, my body iz swoll for
ol’ skool forever, you will be me remember
me just like kifner, for my sh-t will lifter
just like pun & joe crack, returned white rap back
wit own band terror squad- me iz terror for ya
coz my family ain’t like suckers for rap game
man, our life iz lookin on a game

[chorus]2xs
ol skool motherf-ckers- dat’s our persona
better pray for us coz you can be in a comma
you’ll be pray for ya momma, check our gramma
suck my d-ck, motherf-cker! f-ck you-you not good rhymer

[dazzle kid]
my persona lookin on a yonker or vato
i’ma not stunner, coz my purse often empty like in a gutter
i was born not in havana- like castro or che gevara
had riot in a soul
you -ssh0l-, go front on me
dunno me, can do subliminal shot, just like pac
time was hot, some ain’t got money on shoes
so he move in a way of robbin, drugdealin, cap peelin
some can’t buy himself some socks or kerchiefs
some don’t streets feel at 17, but got gift
a talent from god, so he gotta
make a bang on a scene or blow punani
some write sagas, freestyles & he can save
his lifestyle from cowards & dumb -ss b-tches who bark as
dogs, like sheperd or wit reitweller, you scare to holla
your bro’z who tryna guns toss and motherf-ckaz
who tryna snitch you, f-ck ya’ll, you heard me
just like joe, but not legends of streets
they beasts earn raw when other bro rest in piece
sh-t became immediatly, all sh-t is legally
only some can say language illegally, finally
mentality is lethally, feelin it (you heard me)

feel it son, keep it real, dis is twinz, two broz-two twinz, mof-cka
check dis!!

[chorus]2xs
ol skool mof-ckaz- dat’s our persona
better pray for us coz you can be in a comma
you’ll be pray for ya momma, check our gramma
suck my d-ck, mof-cka! f-ck you-you not good rhymer

yeah, dis is rap game time, f-ck fake -ss mof-ckaz, who tryna be ol’
skool ghosts
we not trully on 100% ol’ skool soldiers, but we tryna, so..

- twinz lyrics

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