Ghetto Twiinz

[Verse 1:]
It was a late, late Sunday
When the drama went down.
Playas smoking on blunts,
Playas sipping on Crown,
Playas all around.
These G-Ts cuz we looking sexy,
In our spandex dresses,
And we chillin on the Lexus.
Kickin it wit some homies from uptown
Letting us know, some drama bout to go down
We have to get from 'round -
These gangstas
We have our kids up in tha back seat
We strapped tight wit tha glock
In case they bring tha heat
We was chillin on tha driver's side
Killas undisguised
When they did that drive-by.
We heard a kid cry "mommy don't ya let me die"
Seen tha blood and tha tears rollin down my eyes
Call tha cops, forget tha cops,
Won't ya grab tha glock.
No time to explain, my baby's been shot
With a AK, killa no way
Cuz I don't play, behind my baby
Lord...,
I heard my baby screaming
"mama come and squeeze me"
As I break down screaming "don't ya leave me"
Paramedics pumpin in her chest to bring her back
Bleeding to death as my baby take her last breath
I drop to my knees, Lord please, help me
Don't take my baby, I'll go crazy
The Lord didn't hear my cry cuz my baby died.
I grab my hand as I scream, tryin to wonder why.
As she lay on the concrete,
All bloodied up
And she covered up
With the white sheet.
My heart aching, my knees shakin
As they put her in tha body bag,
I fainted cuz I couldn't take it.
Beatin on tha ground, blood on my hands
Tryna be strong, tryna understand
Im thinking...
Maybe cuz I did so wrong
Im thinking...
That's why my baby's gone.
But baby...mommy still live that thug life
And mommy knows where ya killas live
So everything is alright.

[Chorus:]
Mama's hurting baby...
They took mama only baby
And im bout to go crazy [repeat]

[Verse 2:]
As she put to rest, in her pink dress
As I hold my chest, thinking what's next.
As tha tears roll, when tha casket closed
And her father breakin down screaming " Lord knows"
The last word my baby say is "don't cha let me die"
And tha killa think he gonna live but that's a lie
Cuz when I catch ya, ya know that ya life is through
And if I have to do some time, that's what I'm gonna do
And when I catch that thug, ima show no love, have to see my baby girl covered up wit mud.
Im at tha killas house
Cuz im full of pain.
His ma gone feel tha same cuz ima blow his brain.
Im at his front do' wit tha 4-5, tears in my eyes, killas gotta die
U kno I did him in, now mommy in tha pen,
I have ya pictures hangin up while I do my 10.

[Chorus x2]

[music]

With a A-K, killa no way
Cuz I don't play, behind my baby [repeat]

If Jb don't hustle then my kid won't eat,
And if my kid don't eat then momma won't sleep.
I have no time to sit around and see what his dad gone do.
He ain't did jack from the start, what the hell he gone do.
But big timer high rolling women from State to state and,
The one who look just like him don't even know his face.
Now he praying and he thieving runnin from church to church,
But that plan didn't work playa your kid comes first.
Now he praying for forgiveness now his luck messed up,
And his kid growing up and don't know what's up.
Responsibility have you ever heard of it baby.
I'm a strong chick and you will never worry me baby.
I'm out here working it, writing then rhymes I'm twirkin it,
Making that green deserving it.
Homeboy I know you heard of it.
Your baby son is growing up baby momma's blowing up.
If I catch that tail I just might leave it swolled up.
Any boy can make a child takes a man to raise one.
Boy you just made one too stupid to raise one.
And these youngsters thank you cold let them know that you ain't shit,
When it comes down to this real shit.
Responsibility he couldn't take,
And that was one of those mean things that made him fake.
You really thinks you's a man hey buster you's a lie.
Strong women survive fake playa's die (fake playa's die).
Well if I didn't write rhymes, where the hell I'd be,
And if I didn't pay rent, where the hell I'd sleep.
I ain't depending on my man cause he ain't worth it,
And if I did depend on mine I'll be a stuck out chick.
I keep my eyes on my riches, women do the same.
Ain't no love in this game ain't a damn thing changed.
Just because your man do you gotta take his licks.
Staying out all night he just keep you sick.
And I'm gone tell it like it is cus I ain't that chick,
And I'm gone keep it on the real cus I'm a real LiL' chick.
I give them girls the finger who ain't bout making dollars.
They stomp worse than Madonna women this game here is sour.
All on his dating list cuz you thank he richin.
You wonder why he call you trickin.
It's all about responsibility have you heard of it.
I pass your royalties stank G's ya'll deservin' it I'm deservin' it.

[Chorus:]
So many things to do, so many places to be,
It's my responsibility, responsibility.
So many things to do, so many places to be,
It's my responsibility, responsibility.

The first thing you must do is stay true.
Depending on your man leave you stuck like glue.
Don't tell you with a pair that won't do, nobody handle business like you,
All he wanna do is screw, Lord knows that's the truth.
Now your rents past do, and your man saying it's due.
Who gone pay the bills now where you live, we guess that's all on you.
But you totally disagree,
Now your kids up on the streets it all about your salary use your
Best ability and you'll see.

[Chorus]

If Jb don't hustle then my kid won't eat,
And if my kid don't eat then momma won't sleep.
I have no time to sit around and see what his dad gone do.
He ain't did jack from the start, what the hell he gone do.
But big timer high rolling women from State to state and,
The one who look just like him don't even know his face.
Now he praying and he thieving runnin from church to church,
But that plan didn't work playa your kid comes first.
Now he praying for forgiveness now his luck messed up,
And his kid growing up and don't know what's up.
Responsibility have you ever heard of it baby.
I'm a strong chick and you will never worry me baby.
I'm out here working it, writing then rhymes I'm twirkin it,
Making that green deserving it.
Homeboy I know you heard of it.
Your baby son is growing up baby momma's blowing up.
If I catch that tail I just might leave it swolled up.
Any boy can make a child takes a man to raise one.
Boy you just made one too stupid to raise one.
And these youngsters thank you cold let them know that you ain't shit,
When it comes down to this real shit.
Responsibility he couldn't take,
And that was one of those mean things that made him fake.
You really thinks you's a man hey buster you's a lie.
Strong women survive fake playa's die (fake playa's die).
Well if I didn't write rhymes, where the hell I'd be,
And if I didn't pay rent, where the hell I'd sleep.
I ain't depending on my man cause he ain't worth it,
And if I did depend on mine I'll be a stuck out chick.
I keep my eyes on my riches, women do the same.
Ain't no love in this game ain't a damn thing changed.
Just because your man do you gotta take his licks.
Staying out all night he just keep you sick.
And I'm gone tell it like it is cus I ain't that chick,
And I'm gone keep it on the real cus I'm a real LiL' chick.
I give them girls the finger who ain't bout making dollars.
They stomp worse than Madonna women this game here is sour.
All on his dating list cuz you thank he richin.
You wonder why he call you trickin.
It's all about responsibility have you heard of it.
I pass your royalties stank G's ya'll deservin' it I'm deservin' it.

[Chorus:]
So many things to do, so many places to be,
It's my responsibility, responsibility.
So many things to do, so many places to be,
It's my responsibility, responsibility.

The first thing you must do is stay true.
Depending on your man leave you stuck like glue.
Don't tell you with a pair that won't do, nobody handle business like you,
All he wanna do is screw, Lord knows that's the truth.
Now your rents past do, and your man saying it's due.
Who gone pay the bills now where you live, we guess that's all on you.
But you totally disagree,
Now your kids up on the streets it all about your salary use your
Best ability and you'll see.

[Chorus]

(feat. 2-4, G-Mone)

[Intro:]
[G-Mone of A-G-2-A-Ke]
You be bout gangsta shit
We be bout gangsta shit
Hehe, uhh, hehehehehehehe
We gangstas Nigga
Hehehehehehe

[Verse 1:]
[T.L.T & Mz G.B of Ghetto Twiinz]
Better grab your shit bitch
It's gonna be some gangsta shit
I take ya hand green off bitch
I take ya hand green off bitch
GT's ain't to be fucked with
You better duck or get bucked bitch
We got a crew that's down for shit like
Givin' up that ass in the night
Don't make us turn ya in
Come here to sin, like do ya in
Fuck around with killas and G's
Nigga freeze drop till ya knees
All about that static Nigga
Don't make us grab a Nigga
Pump that automatic Nigga
See you had a Nigga
You can put that on ya daddy Nigga
Keepin' Niggas on respirators
Die Nigga die, see ya later
Have no time for playa haters
Only God can save ya
Better pray now, cause once we sprayed ya
Ain't no comin' back alive, that
You can try to bust back, but fuck that
Gotta crew for the Niggas that's bout that
Railway gangsta message text
Hit ya in your neck, your chest and your back
Fuck the police, fuck peace
Release the heat, you're deceased
T.L.T and G.B
It's only the first ingreed
You don't believe me come see
Haha
You bout that gangsta shit
We bout that gangsta shit
We gangstas Nigga

[Chorus: x3]
[2-4 of The Snypaz]
If you wanna get it on
Nigga roll, we can get it on
[Ghetto Twiinz]
You bout that gangsta shit
[G-Mone]
That gangsta shit
[Ghetto Twiinz]
We bout that gangsta shit
[Ghetto Twiinz & G-Mone]
We gangstas Nigga

[Verse 2:]
[Ghetto Twiinz]
Yes, we some ass-splitters
Home-killas
Niggas get us
Burnin' rubber on the curve smokin' herb
Niggas fuckin' with our nerve
It's time to serve
Let's go get 'em
Let's go get 'em
Uhuh
Watch us hit 'em
Watch us split 'em
If y'all bitches ain't bout it
Then y'all safe to get rowdy
If you think you gon win us
Up against us we doubt it
You be the tall gift,
For fuckin' with the wrong bitch
You better grab your Chrome wicked less
Get it on bitch huh
We some soldiers, done told ya
We be thuggin' for life
Slash your neck with a knife
You be gone by the night
You bout that gangsta, gangsta
We bout that gangsta, gangsta
You bout that gangsta, gangsta
We bout that gangsta, gangsta
We gangstas, Nigga

[Verse 3:]
[2-4]
We gagnstas, Niggas
Uh, uh
Run it up on me
A really Nigga roll
I'ma get to bust 'em
S-N-Y-P-A-Z clearin' blocks for no discussion
And rushin' up adrenaline
Plus I'm flusin' brew and drop a cent in 'em
Chi-town really know
With my boys Buck and Craig in 'em
Hoes, I never beg in 'em
I be spittin' that double G (What's that)
You put the third leg in 'em
Uh, word, to my son
One, Deuce
He gettin' paid, cause we laid
Down that solid-ass juice, truce
Now who's the next to slip the news around they dick
Fuckin' with my click that's what you get
Better yet this pig
Fuckin' blood,
That's the only way we showin' love
I love to see you bleedin'
On a picture you be readin'
R-I-P
Peace to all them Snypaz on M-O-N-R-O-E
And the Ghetto T-W, double I, N-Z

[Chorus x1]

[Verse 4:]
[G-Mone]
You don't wanna visualize
That Nigga G, evil eyes
These tentensees, please
Pussin' you can die fuckin' with me
Luckily, hung with the G-E-T till the TO Twiinz
And my gun's down, flick, click
Move shit, cause I'm feelin' bustas again
Ready with 2 clips, so who is this
Fuckin' with me
Fuckin' with you
Nigga, who knew I blew his fuckin' brains out
If pointed out him died to
Why not had you be mindin' your business
But no, snitch, witness this splittin' window
And this what I'm thinkin' as I dig slow
Snitch, Bitch, trippin'
Let's listen while I laugh some mo'
6 feet deep
? is now walking through the creep
Defeated to see
Cause y'all already buried
Bitch, we be bout gangsta shit
We gangstas Nigga

[Outro:]
[G-Mone]
Uhh
At your ass
Ghetto Twiinz, uhh, uhh
That gangsta shit
Gangstas Nigga (Word up)
Snypaz
A-G-2-A motherfuckin' Ke

[Chorus x2]

(feat. Mia X)

[Mia X:]
Mama Mia and the Ghetto Twiinz
Puttin down the real y'all
Something y'all can feel y'all
No Pain No Gain, believe that

[GT:]
Mama told me there be days like this
You have to be bout your hustle if you planin to be rich
It always takes a nobody to bring ya down
But it take somebody to stand in grounds
Have mercy on our kids today (have mercy)
Surviving tryin to make a way (have mercy)
The killers got me back in heat, I can't trust them
Why you wanna capture me? Straight buckin
Gonna always face pain in life
I ain't sayin it's gon' be easy u gotta gain some strife
Just because I'm from the ghetto, it's even harder
I gotta be strong and bustin my ass for my son and daughter
Don't you call me a lie cause I'm living proof
Slangin drugs yes I used too, bust slugs if I have too
So don't tell me what you can't do or won't do
Just keep ya head up and stay true

[Chorus: x3] No Pain No Pain, No Gain (no gain)

[GT:]
You can be a cook in the kitchen, a lady in the streets
You cant show your tits to every guy you meet
It's alright to be a little sweet
But being mama to them kids and your no

[Chorus]

[Mia X:]
Sisters I know it's hard cause everyday it's a struggle
Being both mommy and daddy, tryin to hustle
Anyway you can just to bring home the bacon
Baby daddy fakin it
Keepin your head achin
Takin shit off a job payin you 4.65, an hr. (damn)
Feeling like slaves cause the white man still holds the power
But your strength will get (stronger) soon, remember that
Because we God's children.. strong, fearless and black
Fact still remains we are harder then a motherfucker
Lord, how long they gonna try to keep ya children under
Don't sit and wonder, pull ya'self up and stand firm
Cause every bit of pain you take is a lesson learned
You earned the right to be a queen girl
So take your throne
And if your man is a good man, then be his back bone
We strong like Noah's ark, we gon' make it thru the rain again
I know it seems bad but we gon' laugh after the pain again
Believe that...

[Chorus]

[GT:]
Out here strugglin and striving got me screamin for help
Ain't nobody giving me shit I gotta get it myself
Got my back against the wall but I'm surviving this shit
Can't run, can't hide in the midst of the shit
Who do you call when your kids get hungry
Can't call on baby daddy he left you lonely
Only lord know the pain that we fightin inside
Don't you cry, dry your eyes it's either do or die
Mama made us some strong women, gotta be strong women
Gotta hold on women, and best believe we gon' make it
Through the storm women, never let them see you sweat
If you under pressure, pressure
So don't let them stress ya
Don't let them get the best of ya
Cause if they do they is gonna take advantage of ya
So keep it true, see we be fightin against the world
Precious like a pearl, got me screamin fuck the world

[Chorus]

(feat. DMG, Yukmouth)

[Verse 1:]
[Mz G.B]
Mz G.B bout to creep on men
On a rampage
To make run vages
When I'm dead, from that 12 gauge
To land in your bed
And your brains are ready dead
Heard what I said
No brains in your forehead
Know so much, I can't even shit
A Nigga had to loose his brains in this shit
Cause I take no source in this bitch
Niggas always tryin' to cut a bitch short
But, this bitch busts holes
And put dead bodies in a park
Look, you don't wanna see me head on, Nigga
I be that bitch that busts domes,
When you stayin' in your home, Nigga
Don't fuck with flowerass Niggas
Can't stand a coward-ass Nigga
Watch your back, cause I stay bout it Nigga
Niggas had the game all fucked up
Is it that the runnin' they mouth to much
Or one of them hoes they fucked
I ain't bout all that
You get your ass torn up with all that
Keep yappin' at the mall,
Cause your ass went up with all that

[Chorus: x4]
[Mz G.B, T.L.T, Yukmouth]
Straight soldier
Something for the soldiers
Nigga I'm a soldier
[DMG of FACEMOB]
Do or Die
It's either homicide, suicide
Straight soldier

[Verse 2:]
[T.L.T.]
When I order by it
Y'all ja bitches best duck
But if ya duck, luck
Y'all still gettin' plucked
Nigga whut.
Y'all get ya brains knocked out
Fuck the talk
I'm the type to show you what I'm bout
Fuckin' with killers
Because I love thug Niggas
Hittin' my Niggas
I knock a head off Niggas
Smokin' that weed
Because that weed keep me goin'
Blow me a gun,
I keep goin' and goin'
Bulletproof vests,
Because you know I got beef
Fuck the speech,
We bout to take it to the streets
Act a peace,
You don't wanna feel my heat
But fuck fatigues,
Take ya out ya misery
I'm cool with killin',
Cause she know were the weed at
Calliope projects,
That's where them thugs at
See I love all that violent shit
Hit you once in the eye,
Watch ya die, ya bitch
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 3:]
[DMG of FACEMOB]
Gunslinger for my territory
The way it's on
These motherfucking streets I call home
Only the strong can survive with what
I see it happen through these eyes, Nigga
For every day another life
Hard times, keep the school true
Check out the new
Now really do you wanna few
We gangbangers
Up this thang in a minute
We soldiers
No love, for no one
For no one
Kill the motherfucking enemies
Erase they whole identity
So they never started fucking with me
A bitch Jolie
You learned the drama come with these words
Everyday
Continuously mobbin' this way
I took the curve, slidin' in a bird
I'm on my way out to the suburbs
Fin to fly these Niggas like birds
Let 'em all burn
Uh, it's do or die
You or I
It's either homicide or suicide

[Chorus x4]

[Verse 4:]
[Yukmouth]
Bitch-ass Niggas slide up under their beds at night (Why?)
Cause they know the Boogieman is coming (Oh!)
Comin' in my hooptie van gunnin'
And Niggas that stay frontin'
But the only difference now is that they runnin
Because I'm sprayin' something
Layin' Niggas the fuck down
You ain't sayin' nothing
Or less I'm blazin' something
Don't hate like J or something
Nigga I'm takin' something
Brake a Nigga for a 8 or something
Don't come around here drinkin' nothing
Or less your ass, facin' sudden death
Gauges busting
Take the cash, brake a woman jack
Yes indeed
Flee with ten G's to Sesame
B's are we, Ke's for free
Made this bitch pussy bleed
Gave that bitch what she need
A long...dick in her life
That Nigga wasn't dickin' her right
So now I'm dickin' your wife
Got a slang of chickens like foster farms
With Yukmouth written across the arm
And on the shoulder,
Nigga I'm a soldier
You're colder than the North Pole,
When Santa Clause goes
Bein' drove by a reindeer
Nothing but game here
Expose my cocaine her
Some raps on tracks
Kojak investigatin',
Count the times that flown back
From New Orleans
Meet up with the Ghetto Twiinz,
Do our thing
Get the crane
Real husband Niggas know what I mean.

[Chorus x4]