[{"id":19405416,"name":"Twinz","trackName":"Twinz","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"D.I.R.T. (Da Incredible Rap Team)","duration":195.906667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Rock:]\nBrownsville in this son' bitch, that's Brooklyn\nRobbery capital, jack or clap a fool, night or afternoon\nI ain't hide, nigga, Google me, matter fact\nI direct you to the street, Sachman and Belmont, just bring a sleuth of heat\nSephlo PJ's, Sachman Street pee stain\nBuzzing with the dirty dozen, that's a mean yae\nI chase down niggas like you chase brown liquor\nOn my pivot like the chamber on the trey pound, bitches\nI love New York, but I hate clown bitches\nNot a chance will I tango with you stank foul bitches\nAnd I ain't tailor made for play around witcha\nSharks in the water, you ain't got to wait around, nigga\n\n[Sean Price:]\nWelcome to Bucktown, soon as I touchdown\nNewport in my mouth, niggas want bust downs\nRuck is the best rapper, what do that make Rock?\nMake him my twin brother, muthafucka, the bank stop, P.\n\n[Chorus: Rock (Sean Price)]\nWe the illest and realest truthfully (yes indeed)\nWe the illest and realest, tell 'em (man, they already see)\nWe the illest and realest totally (it's D.I.R.T.)\nWe the illest and realest two niggas you ever seen\nAll my smokers light it up, to this I'll shit\nAll my drinkers bottoms up, to this real shit\nAll my riders stand up, to this I'll shit\nReal shit, 'Ville shit, ya'll got to feel this\n\n[Sean Price:]\nYo, listen, bang on your force, ya'll niggas can't hang with a boss\nJesus the name, no, I'm not the lame on the cross\nHating the north, north niggas hating the south\nHating you all, fuck it, throw the eight in your mouth\nSean Price a/k/a President P\nResident Evil, evil, bend the eagles, squeeze at your fleet\nGrown man rap, everybody on the team is dirty\nEverybody on your team, jeans dirty\nYa'll niggas is bums, and Ruckus can't take it no more\nGive me your gun, permanently put his face on the floor\nListen, best flow and let the whole U.S. know\nLet the sket blow, holla, me and Sephlo Dollar\n\n[Rock:]\nWelcome to Bedrock, watch for the feds and the cops\nWatch for the red dots, don't get your head shot\nWho the fuck is the best, Rock, what do that make Ruck?\nMake him my twin brother, muthafucka, that's gangsta\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Rock:]\nListen, Tyra, I'm not a model, bitch, I'm not a rasta\nBut Rock's America's Next Top Jotta\nSket pop locker, I test drive shotguns\nSlugs in your mug, fuck doctors, you dead, God gotcha\nThen it's back to my youth, the same D.I.\nGot dro in the street like my name T.I.\nPut fear in you niggas like the old Death Row\nJump get shot in the jaw, give you smoke neck lows\n\n[Sean Price:]\nYo, knife in my right, the sket on the left\nPut the gun to your head and the Gillette to your neck\nSean Price is the best in the west, I mean the beast from the east\nSuper rappers see the S on my chest\nSon of Jarel, gun and an L, top shotter\nRosary beads, you bleed stigmata, the kid's hotter\nMy rap style is gene se qua\nMixed with stupidity, it'll be curtains for ya'll, P!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Twinz\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: D.I.R.T. (Da Incredible Rap Team)\n  duration_ms: 195907\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Rock:]\n  Brownsville in this son' bitch, that's Brooklyn\n  Robbery capital, jack or clap a fool, night or afternoon\n  I ain't hide, nigga, Google me, matter fact\n  I direct you to the street, Sachman and Belmont, just bring a sleuth of heat\n  Sephlo PJ's, Sachman Street pee stain\n  Buzzing with the dirty dozen, that's a mean yae\n  I chase down niggas like you chase brown liquor\n  On my pivot like the chamber on the trey pound, bitches\n  I love New York, but I hate clown bitches\n  Not a chance will I tango with you stank foul bitches\n  And I ain't tailor made for play around witcha\n  Sharks in the water, you ain't got to wait around, nigga\n\n  [Sean Price:]\n  Welcome to Bucktown, soon as I touchdown\n  Newport in my mouth, niggas want bust downs\n  Ruck is the best rapper, what do that make Rock?\n  Make him my twin brother, muthafucka, the bank stop, P.\n\n  [Chorus: Rock (Sean Price)]\n  We the illest and realest truthfully (yes indeed)\n  We the illest and realest, tell 'em (man, they already see)\n  We the illest and realest totally (it's D.I.R.T.)\n  We the illest and realest two niggas you ever seen\n  All my smokers light it up, to this I'll shit\n  All my drinkers bottoms up, to this real shit\n  All my riders stand up, to this I'll shit\n  Real shit, 'Ville shit, ya'll got to feel this\n\n  [Sean Price:]\n  Yo, listen, bang on your force, ya'll niggas can't hang with a boss\n  Jesus the name, no, I'm not the lame on the cross\n  Hating the north, north niggas hating the south\n  Hating you all, fuck it, throw the eight in your mouth\n  Sean Price a/k/a President P\n  Resident Evil, evil, bend the eagles, squeeze at your fleet\n  Grown man rap, everybody on the team is dirty\n  Everybody on your team, jeans dirty\n  Ya'll niggas is bums, and Ruckus can't take it no more\n  Give me your gun, permanently put his face on the floor\n  Listen, best flow and let the whole U.S. know\n  Let the sket blow, holla, me and Sephlo Dollar\n\n  [Rock:]\n  Welcome to Bedrock, watch for the feds and the cops\n  Watch for the red dots, don't get your head shot\n  Who the fuck is the best, Rock, what do that make Ruck?\n  Make him my twin brother, muthafucka, that's gangsta\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Rock:]\n  Listen, Tyra, I'm not a model, bitch, I'm not a rasta\n  But Rock's America's Next Top Jotta\n  Sket pop locker, I test drive shotguns\n  Slugs in your mug, fuck doctors, you dead, God gotcha\n  Then it's back to my youth, the same D.I.\n  Got dro in the street like my name T.I.\n  Put fear in you niggas like the old Death Row\n  Jump get shot in the jaw, give you smoke neck lows\n\n  [Sean Price:]\n  Yo, knife in my right, the sket on the left\n  Put the gun to your head and the Gillette to your neck\n  Sean Price is the best in the west, I mean the beast from the east\n  Super rappers see the S on my chest\n  Son of Jarel, gun and an L, top shotter\n  Rosary beads, you bleed stigmata, the kid's hotter\n  My rap style is gene se qua\n  Mixed with stupidity, it'll be curtains for ya'll, P!\n"},{"id":21496597,"name":"Twinz","trackName":"Twinz","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"D.I.R.T","duration":195.970612,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Rock:]\nBrownsville in this son' bitch, that's Brooklyn\nRobbery capital, jack or clap a fool, night or afternoon\nI ain't hide, nigga, Google me, matter fact\nI direct you to the street, Sachman and Belmont, just bring a sleuth of heat\nSephlo PJ's, Sachman Street pee stain\nBuzzing with the dirty dozen, that's a mean yae\nI chase down niggas like you chase brown liquor\nOn my pivot like the chamber on the trey pound, bitches\nI love New York, but I hate clown bitches\nNot a chance will I tango with you stank foul bitches\nAnd I ain't tailor made for play around witcha\nSharks in the water, you ain't got to wait around, nigga\n\n[Sean Price:]\nWelcome to Bucktown, soon as I touchdown\nNewport in my mouth, niggas want bust downs\nRuck is the best rapper, what do that make Rock?\nMake him my twin brother, muthafucka, the bank stop, P.\n\n[Chorus: Rock (Sean Price)]\nWe the illest and realest truthfully (yes indeed)\nWe the illest and realest, tell 'em (man, they already see)\nWe the illest and realest totally (it's D.I.R.T.)\nWe the illest and realest two niggas you ever seen\nAll my smokers light it up, to this I'll shit\nAll my drinkers bottoms up, to this real shit\nAll my riders stand up, to this I'll shit\nReal shit, 'Ville shit, ya'll got to feel this\n\n[Sean Price:]\nYo, listen, bang on your force, ya'll niggas can't hang with a boss\nJesus the name, no, I'm not the lame on the cross\nHating the north, north niggas hating the south\nHating you all, fuck it, throw the eight in your mouth\nSean Price a/k/a President P\nResident Evil, evil, bend the eagles, squeeze at your fleet\nGrown man rap, everybody on the team is dirty\nEverybody on your team, jeans dirty\nYa'll niggas is bums, and Ruckus can't take it no more\nGive me your gun, permanently put his face on the floor\nListen, best flow and let the whole U.S. know\nLet the sket blow, holla, me and Sephlo Dollar\n\n[Rock:]\nWelcome to Bedrock, watch for the feds and the cops\nWatch for the red dots, don't get your head shot\nWho the fuck is the best, Rock, what do that make Ruck?\nMake him my twin brother, muthafucka, that's gangsta\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Rock:]\nListen, Tyra, I'm not a model, bitch, I'm not a rasta\nBut Rock's America's Next Top Jotta\nSket pop locker, I test drive shotguns\nSlugs in your mug, fuck doctors, you dead, God gotcha\nThen it's back to my youth, the same D.I.\nGot dro in the street like my name T.I.\nPut fear in you niggas like the old Death Row\nJump get shot in the jaw, give you smoke neck lows\n\n[Sean Price:]\nYo, knife in my right, the sket on the left\nPut the gun to your head and the Gillette to your neck\nSean Price is the best in the west, I mean the beast from the east\nSuper rappers see the S on my chest\nSon of Jarel, gun and an L, top shotter\nRosary beads, you bleed stigmata, the kid's hotter\nMy rap style is gene se qua\nMixed with stupidity, it'll be curtains for ya'll, P!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Twinz\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: D.I.R.T\n  duration_ms: 195971\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Rock:]\n  Brownsville in this son' bitch, that's Brooklyn\n  Robbery capital, jack or clap a fool, night or afternoon\n  I ain't hide, nigga, Google me, matter fact\n  I direct you to the street, Sachman and Belmont, just bring a sleuth of heat\n  Sephlo PJ's, Sachman Street pee stain\n  Buzzing with the dirty dozen, that's a mean yae\n  I chase down niggas like you chase brown liquor\n  On my pivot like the chamber on the trey pound, bitches\n  I love New York, but I hate clown bitches\n  Not a chance will I tango with you stank foul bitches\n  And I ain't tailor made for play around witcha\n  Sharks in the water, you ain't got to wait around, nigga\n\n  [Sean Price:]\n  Welcome to Bucktown, soon as I touchdown\n  Newport in my mouth, niggas want bust downs\n  Ruck is the best rapper, what do that make Rock?\n  Make him my twin brother, muthafucka, the bank stop, P.\n\n  [Chorus: Rock (Sean Price)]\n  We the illest and realest truthfully (yes indeed)\n  We the illest and realest, tell 'em (man, they already see)\n  We the illest and realest totally (it's D.I.R.T.)\n  We the illest and realest two niggas you ever seen\n  All my smokers light it up, to this I'll shit\n  All my drinkers bottoms up, to this real shit\n  All my riders stand up, to this I'll shit\n  Real shit, 'Ville shit, ya'll got to feel this\n\n  [Sean Price:]\n  Yo, listen, bang on your force, ya'll niggas can't hang with a boss\n  Jesus the name, no, I'm not the lame on the cross\n  Hating the north, north niggas hating the south\n  Hating you all, fuck it, throw the eight in your mouth\n  Sean Price a/k/a President P\n  Resident Evil, evil, bend the eagles, squeeze at your fleet\n  Grown man rap, everybody on the team is dirty\n  Everybody on your team, jeans dirty\n  Ya'll niggas is bums, and Ruckus can't take it no more\n  Give me your gun, permanently put his face on the floor\n  Listen, best flow and let the whole U.S. know\n  Let the sket blow, holla, me and Sephlo Dollar\n\n  [Rock:]\n  Welcome to Bedrock, watch for the feds and the cops\n  Watch for the red dots, don't get your head shot\n  Who the fuck is the best, Rock, what do that make Ruck?\n  Make him my twin brother, muthafucka, that's gangsta\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Rock:]\n  Listen, Tyra, I'm not a model, bitch, I'm not a rasta\n  But Rock's America's Next Top Jotta\n  Sket pop locker, I test drive shotguns\n  Slugs in your mug, fuck doctors, you dead, God gotcha\n  Then it's back to my youth, the same D.I.\n  Got dro in the street like my name T.I.\n  Put fear in you niggas like the old Death Row\n  Jump get shot in the jaw, give you smoke neck lows\n\n  [Sean Price:]\n  Yo, knife in my right, the sket on the left\n  Put the gun to your head and the Gillette to your neck\n  Sean Price is the best in the west, I mean the beast from the east\n  Super rappers see the S on my chest\n  Son of Jarel, gun and an L, top shotter\n  Rosary beads, you bleed stigmata, the kid's hotter\n  My rap style is gene se qua\n  Mixed with stupidity, it'll be curtains for ya'll, P!\n"},{"id":9353593,"name":"Twinz","trackName":"Twinz","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"D.I.R.T. Da Incredible Rap Team","duration":199.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Rock:]\nBrownsville in this son' bitch, that's Brooklyn\nRobbery capital, jack or clap a fool, night or afternoon\nI ain't hide, nigga, Google me, matter fact\nI direct you to the street, Sachman and Belmont, just bring a sleuth of heat\nSephlo PJ's, Sachman Street pee stain\nBuzzing with the dirty dozen, that's a mean yae\nI chase down niggas like you chase brown liquor\nOn my pivot like the chamber on the trey pound, bitches\nI love New York, but I hate clown bitches\nNot a chance will I tango with you stank foul bitches\nAnd I ain't tailor made for play around witcha\nSharks in the water, you ain't got to wait around, nigga\n\n[Sean Price:]\nWelcome to Bucktown, soon as I touchdown\nNewport in my mouth, niggas want bust downs\nRuck is the best rapper, what do that make Rock?\nMake him my twin brother, muthafucka, the bank stop, P.\n\n[Chorus: Rock (Sean Price)]\nWe the illest and realest truthfully (yes indeed)\nWe the illest and realest, tell 'em (man, they already see)\nWe the illest and realest totally (it's D.I.R.T.)\nWe the illest and realest two niggas you ever seen\nAll my smokers light it up, to this I'll shit\nAll my drinkers bottoms up, to this real shit\nAll my riders stand up, to this I'll shit\nReal shit, 'Ville shit, ya'll got to feel this\n\n[Sean Price:]\nYo, listen, bang on your force, ya'll niggas can't hang with a boss\nJesus the name, no, I'm not the lame on the cross\nHating the north, north niggas hating the south\nHating you all, fuck it, throw the eight in your mouth\nSean Price a/k/a President P\nResident Evil, evil, bend the eagles, squeeze at your fleet\nGrown man rap, everybody on the team is dirty\nEverybody on your team, jeans dirty\nYa'll niggas is bums, and Ruckus can't take it no more\nGive me your gun, permanently put his face on the floor\nListen, best flow and let the whole U.S. know\nLet the sket blow, holla, me and Sephlo Dollar\n\n[Rock:]\nWelcome to Bedrock, watch for the feds and the cops\nWatch for the red dots, don't get your head shot\nWho the fuck is the best, Rock, what do that make Ruck?\nMake him my twin brother, muthafucka, that's gangsta\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Rock:]\nListen, Tyra, I'm not a model, bitch, I'm not a rasta\nBut Rock's America's Next Top Jotta\nSket pop locker, I test drive shotguns\nSlugs in your mug, fuck doctors, you dead, God gotcha\nThen it's back to my youth, the same D.I.\nGot dro in the street like my name T.I.\nPut fear in you niggas like the old Death Row\nJump get shot in the jaw, give you smoke neck lows\n\n[Sean Price:]\nYo, knife in my right, the sket on the left\nPut the gun to your head and the Gillette to your neck\nSean Price is the best in the west, I mean the beast from the east\nSuper rappers see the S on my chest\nSon of Jarel, gun and an L, top shotter\nRosary beads, you bleed stigmata, the kid's hotter\nMy rap style is gene se qua\nMixed with stupidity, it'll be curtains for ya'll, P!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Twinz\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: D.I.R.T. Da Incredible Rap Team\n  duration_ms: 199000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Rock:]\n  Brownsville in this son' bitch, that's Brooklyn\n  Robbery capital, jack or clap a fool, night or afternoon\n  I ain't hide, nigga, Google me, matter fact\n  I direct you to the street, Sachman and Belmont, just bring a sleuth of heat\n  Sephlo PJ's, Sachman Street pee stain\n  Buzzing with the dirty dozen, that's a mean yae\n  I chase down niggas like you chase brown liquor\n  On my pivot like the chamber on the trey pound, bitches\n  I love New York, but I hate clown bitches\n  Not a chance will I tango with you stank foul bitches\n  And I ain't tailor made for play around witcha\n  Sharks in the water, you ain't got to wait around, nigga\n\n  [Sean Price:]\n  Welcome to Bucktown, soon as I touchdown\n  Newport in my mouth, niggas want bust downs\n  Ruck is the best rapper, what do that make Rock?\n  Make him my twin brother, muthafucka, the bank stop, P.\n\n  [Chorus: Rock (Sean Price)]\n  We the illest and realest truthfully (yes indeed)\n  We the illest and realest, tell 'em (man, they already see)\n  We the illest and realest totally (it's D.I.R.T.)\n  We the illest and realest two niggas you ever seen\n  All my smokers light it up, to this I'll shit\n  All my drinkers bottoms up, to this real shit\n  All my riders stand up, to this I'll shit\n  Real shit, 'Ville shit, ya'll got to feel this\n\n  [Sean Price:]\n  Yo, listen, bang on your force, ya'll niggas can't hang with a boss\n  Jesus the name, no, I'm not the lame on the cross\n  Hating the north, north niggas hating the south\n  Hating you all, fuck it, throw the eight in your mouth\n  Sean Price a/k/a President P\n  Resident Evil, evil, bend the eagles, squeeze at your fleet\n  Grown man rap, everybody on the team is dirty\n  Everybody on your team, jeans dirty\n  Ya'll niggas is bums, and Ruckus can't take it no more\n  Give me your gun, permanently put his face on the floor\n  Listen, best flow and let the whole U.S. know\n  Let the sket blow, holla, me and Sephlo Dollar\n\n  [Rock:]\n  Welcome to Bedrock, watch for the feds and the cops\n  Watch for the red dots, don't get your head shot\n  Who the fuck is the best, Rock, what do that make Ruck?\n  Make him my twin brother, muthafucka, that's gangsta\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Rock:]\n  Listen, Tyra, I'm not a model, bitch, I'm not a rasta\n  But Rock's America's Next Top Jotta\n  Sket pop locker, I test drive shotguns\n  Slugs in your mug, fuck doctors, you dead, God gotcha\n  Then it's back to my youth, the same D.I.\n  Got dro in the street like my name T.I.\n  Put fear in you niggas like the old Death Row\n  Jump get shot in the jaw, give you smoke neck lows\n\n  [Sean Price:]\n  Yo, knife in my right, the sket on the left\n  Put the gun to your head and the Gillette to your neck\n  Sean Price is the best in the west, I mean the beast from the east\n  Super rappers see the S on my chest\n  Son of Jarel, gun and an L, top shotter\n  Rosary beads, you bleed stigmata, the kid's hotter\n  My rap style is gene se qua\n  Mixed with stupidity, it'll be curtains for ya'll, P!\n"},{"id":39584337,"name":"twinz","trackName":"twinz","artistName":"heltah skeltah","albumName":"dirt","duration":196.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Rock:]\nBrownsville in this son' bitch, that's Brooklyn\nRobbery capital, jack or clap a fool, night or afternoon\nI ain't hide, nigga, Google me, matter fact\nI direct you to the street, Sachman and Belmont, just bring a sleuth of heat\nSephlo PJ's, Sachman Street pee stain\nBuzzing with the dirty dozen, that's a mean yae\nI chase down niggas like you chase brown liquor\nOn my pivot like the chamber on the trey pound, bitches\nI love New York, but I hate clown bitches\nNot a chance will I tango with you stank foul bitches\nAnd I ain't tailor made for play around witcha\nSharks in the water, you ain't got to wait around, nigga\n\n[Sean Price:]\nWelcome to Bucktown, soon as I touchdown\nNewport in my mouth, niggas want bust downs\nRuck is the best rapper, what do that make Rock?\nMake him my twin brother, muthafucka, the bank stop, P.\n\n[Chorus: Rock (Sean Price)]\nWe the illest and realest truthfully (yes indeed)\nWe the illest and realest, tell 'em (man, they already see)\nWe the illest and realest totally (it's D.I.R.T.)\nWe the illest and realest two niggas you ever seen\nAll my smokers light it up, to this I'll shit\nAll my drinkers bottoms up, to this real shit\nAll my riders stand up, to this I'll shit\nReal shit, 'Ville shit, ya'll got to feel this\n\n[Sean Price:]\nYo, listen, bang on your force, ya'll niggas can't hang with a boss\nJesus the name, no, I'm not the lame on the cross\nHating the north, north niggas hating the south\nHating you all, fuck it, throw the eight in your mouth\nSean Price a/k/a President P\nResident Evil, evil, bend the eagles, squeeze at your fleet\nGrown man rap, everybody on the team is dirty\nEverybody on your team, jeans dirty\nYa'll niggas is bums, and Ruckus can't take it no more\nGive me your gun, permanently put his face on the floor\nListen, best flow and let the whole U.S. know\nLet the sket blow, holla, me and Sephlo Dollar\n\n[Rock:]\nWelcome to Bedrock, watch for the feds and the cops\nWatch for the red dots, don't get your head shot\nWho the fuck is the best, Rock, what do that make Ruck?\nMake him my twin brother, muthafucka, that's gangsta\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Rock:]\nListen, Tyra, I'm not a model, bitch, I'm not a rasta\nBut Rock's America's Next Top Jotta\nSket pop locker, I test drive shotguns\nSlugs in your mug, fuck doctors, you dead, God gotcha\nThen it's back to my youth, the same D.I.\nGot dro in the street like my name T.I.\nPut fear in you niggas like the old Death Row\nJump get shot in the jaw, give you smoke neck lows\n\n[Sean Price:]\nYo, knife in my right, the sket on the left\nPut the gun to your head and the Gillette to your neck\nSean Price is the best in the west, I mean the beast from the east\nSuper rappers see the S on my chest\nSon of Jarel, gun and an L, top shotter\nRosary beads, you bleed stigmata, the kid's hotter\nMy rap style is gene se qua\nMixed with stupidity, it'll be curtains for ya'll, P!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: twinz\n  artist: heltah skeltah\n  album: dirt\n  duration_ms: 196000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Rock:]\n  Brownsville in this son' bitch, that's Brooklyn\n  Robbery capital, jack or clap a fool, night or afternoon\n  I ain't hide, nigga, Google me, matter fact\n  I direct you to the street, Sachman and Belmont, just bring a sleuth of heat\n  Sephlo PJ's, Sachman Street pee stain\n  Buzzing with the dirty dozen, that's a mean yae\n  I chase down niggas like you chase brown liquor\n  On my pivot like the chamber on the trey pound, bitches\n  I love New York, but I hate clown bitches\n  Not a chance will I tango with you stank foul bitches\n  And I ain't tailor made for play around witcha\n  Sharks in the water, you ain't got to wait around, nigga\n\n  [Sean Price:]\n  Welcome to Bucktown, soon as I touchdown\n  Newport in my mouth, niggas want bust downs\n  Ruck is the best rapper, what do that make Rock?\n  Make him my twin brother, muthafucka, the bank stop, P.\n\n  [Chorus: Rock (Sean Price)]\n  We the illest and realest truthfully (yes indeed)\n  We the illest and realest, tell 'em (man, they already see)\n  We the illest and realest totally (it's D.I.R.T.)\n  We the illest and realest two niggas you ever seen\n  All my smokers light it up, to this I'll shit\n  All my drinkers bottoms up, to this real shit\n  All my riders stand up, to this I'll shit\n  Real shit, 'Ville shit, ya'll got to feel this\n\n  [Sean Price:]\n  Yo, listen, bang on your force, ya'll niggas can't hang with a boss\n  Jesus the name, no, I'm not the lame on the cross\n  Hating the north, north niggas hating the south\n  Hating you all, fuck it, throw the eight in your mouth\n  Sean Price a/k/a President P\n  Resident Evil, evil, bend the eagles, squeeze at your fleet\n  Grown man rap, everybody on the team is dirty\n  Everybody on your team, jeans dirty\n  Ya'll niggas is bums, and Ruckus can't take it no more\n  Give me your gun, permanently put his face on the floor\n  Listen, best flow and let the whole U.S. know\n  Let the sket blow, holla, me and Sephlo Dollar\n\n  [Rock:]\n  Welcome to Bedrock, watch for the feds and the cops\n  Watch for the red dots, don't get your head shot\n  Who the fuck is the best, Rock, what do that make Ruck?\n  Make him my twin brother, muthafucka, that's gangsta\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Rock:]\n  Listen, Tyra, I'm not a model, bitch, I'm not a rasta\n  But Rock's America's Next Top Jotta\n  Sket pop locker, I test drive shotguns\n  Slugs in your mug, fuck doctors, you dead, God gotcha\n  Then it's back to my youth, the same D.I.\n  Got dro in the street like my name T.I.\n  Put fear in you niggas like the old Death Row\n  Jump get shot in the jaw, give you smoke neck lows\n\n  [Sean Price:]\n  Yo, knife in my right, the sket on the left\n  Put the gun to your head and the Gillette to your neck\n  Sean Price is the best in the west, I mean the beast from the east\n  Super rappers see the S on my chest\n  Son of Jarel, gun and an L, top shotter\n  Rosary beads, you bleed stigmata, the kid's hotter\n  My rap style is gene se qua\n  Mixed with stupidity, it'll be curtains for ya'll, P!\n"},{"id":32766401,"name":"Twinz (prod. by Sould Theory)","trackName":"Twinz (prod. by Sould Theory)","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"D.I.R.T.","duration":196.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"As you see I made the show\nAnd what a show we have for you tonight\nFirst, I have one very important thing to say\n\nBrownsville in this song bitch\nBrooklyn robbery capital, jack a clapper fool\nNight or afternoon I ain't hiding, nigga Google me\nMatter of fact I direct you to the street\nSackman and Belmont just bring a slew of heat\nSephlo PJ's, Sackman Street pee stain\nBuzz 'em with the Dirty Dozen, that's a mean Yay\nI chase down niggas like you chase brown liquor\nOn my pivot like the chamber on the trey pound\nI love New York but I hate clowns\nNigga not a chance would I tangle with you stank fouls\nGet it, and I ain't tailor made for play around\nWith you sharks in the water, you ain't gotta wait to drown\n\nAyo, welcome to Bucktown, soon as I touch down\nNewport in my mouth, gun smoke on bust downs\nRuck is the best rapper, what do that make Rock?\nMake him my twin brother, motherfucker 'til the bank stop\n\nWe the illest and realest truthfully (yes indeed)\nWe the illest and realest, tell 'em B (man they already see)\nWe the illest and realest totally (it's D-I-R-T)\nWe the illest and realest two-fuckin-ohs you ever seen\nAll my smokers light it up to this ill shit\nAll my drinkers bottoms up to this real shit\nAll my riders stand up to this ill shit, real shit, Ville shit\nY'all got to feel us\n\nBang on your force, y'all niggas can't hang with the boss\nJesus the name, no I'm not the lame on the cross\nHating the North, North niggas hating the South\nHating you all, fuck it throw the eight in your mouth\nSean Price a.k.a. President P\nResident Evil evil when the Eagle squeeze it you flee\nGrown man rap, everybody on the team is thirty\nEverybody on your team jeans dirty\nY'all niggas is bums, and Ruckus can't take it no more\nGive me a gun, permanently put his face on the floor\nListen, best flow and let the whole U.S. know\nLet the sket blow, holla, me and Sephlo Dollaz\n\nWelcome to Bedrock, watch for the feds and the cops\nWatch for the red dots, don't get your head shot\nNigga what do that make Rock?\nMake him my twin brother, motherfucker that's gangsta\n\nWe the illest and realest truthfully (yes indeed)\nWe the illest and realest, tell 'em B (man they already see)\nWe the illest and realest totally (it's D-I-R-T)\nWe the illest and realest two-fuckin-ohs you ever seen\nAll my smokers light it up to this ill shit\nAll my drinkers bottoms up to this real shit\nAll my riders stand up to this ill shit, real shit, Ville shit\nY'all got to feel us\n\nListen Tyra, I'm not a model bitch, I'm not a Rasta\nBut Rock's America's Next Top Shotta\nSket pop locka, I test drive shotguns\nSlugs in your motherfucking doctors, you dead God got ya\nThen it's back to my youth, the same B.I\nGot dro in the streets like my name T.I\nPut fear in you niggas like the old Death Row\nChump get shot in the dro, give you smoke neck bones\n\nYo, knife in my right, the sket on the left\nPut the gun to your head and the Gillette to your neck\nSean Price is the best in the West\nI mean the beast from the East, super rappers see the S on my chest\nSon of Jarel, gun and the L, top shotter\nRosary beads, you bleed stigmata, the kid's hotter\nPssst, my rap style is je ne sais quoi\nMixed with stupidity, it'll be curtains for y'all\nP!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Twinz (prod. by Sould Theory)\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: D.I.R.T.\n  duration_ms: 196000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  As you see I made the show\n  And what a show we have for you tonight\n  First, I have one very important thing to say\n\n  Brownsville in this song bitch\n  Brooklyn robbery capital, jack a clapper fool\n  Night or afternoon I ain't hiding, nigga Google me\n  Matter of fact I direct you to the street\n  Sackman and Belmont just bring a slew of heat\n  Sephlo PJ's, Sackman Street pee stain\n  Buzz 'em with the Dirty Dozen, that's a mean Yay\n  I chase down niggas like you chase brown liquor\n  On my pivot like the chamber on the trey pound\n  I love New York but I hate clowns\n  Nigga not a chance would I tangle with you stank fouls\n  Get it, and I ain't tailor made for play around\n  With you sharks in the water, you ain't gotta wait to drown\n\n  Ayo, welcome to Bucktown, soon as I touch down\n  Newport in my mouth, gun smoke on bust downs\n  Ruck is the best rapper, what do that make Rock?\n  Make him my twin brother, motherfucker 'til the bank stop\n\n  We the illest and realest truthfully (yes indeed)\n  We the illest and realest, tell 'em B (man they already see)\n  We the illest and realest totally (it's D-I-R-T)\n  We the illest and realest two-fuckin-ohs you ever seen\n  All my smokers light it up to this ill shit\n  All my drinkers bottoms up to this real shit\n  All my riders stand up to this ill shit, real shit, Ville shit\n  Y'all got to feel us\n\n  Bang on your force, y'all niggas can't hang with the boss\n  Jesus the name, no I'm not the lame on the cross\n  Hating the North, North niggas hating the South\n  Hating you all, fuck it throw the eight in your mouth\n  Sean Price a.k.a. President P\n  Resident Evil evil when the Eagle squeeze it you flee\n  Grown man rap, everybody on the team is thirty\n  Everybody on your team jeans dirty\n  Y'all niggas is bums, and Ruckus can't take it no more\n  Give me a gun, permanently put his face on the floor\n  Listen, best flow and let the whole U.S. know\n  Let the sket blow, holla, me and Sephlo Dollaz\n\n  Welcome to Bedrock, watch for the feds and the cops\n  Watch for the red dots, don't get your head shot\n  Nigga what do that make Rock?\n  Make him my twin brother, motherfucker that's gangsta\n\n  We the illest and realest truthfully (yes indeed)\n  We the illest and realest, tell 'em B (man they already see)\n  We the illest and realest totally (it's D-I-R-T)\n  We the illest and realest two-fuckin-ohs you ever seen\n  All my smokers light it up to this ill shit\n  All my drinkers bottoms up to this real shit\n  All my riders stand up to this ill shit, real shit, Ville shit\n  Y'all got to feel us\n\n  Listen Tyra, I'm not a model bitch, I'm not a Rasta\n  But Rock's America's Next Top Shotta\n  Sket pop locka, I test drive shotguns\n  Slugs in your motherfucking doctors, you dead God got ya\n  Then it's back to my youth, the same B.I\n  Got dro in the streets like my name T.I\n  Put fear in you niggas like the old Death Row\n  Chump get shot in the dro, give you smoke neck bones\n\n  Yo, knife in my right, the sket on the left\n  Put the gun to your head and the Gillette to your neck\n  Sean Price is the best in the West\n  I mean the beast from the East, super rappers see the S on my chest\n  Son of Jarel, gun and the L, top shotter\n  Rosary beads, you bleed stigmata, the kid's hotter\n  Pssst, my rap style is je ne sais quoi\n  Mixed with stupidity, it'll be curtains for y'all\n  P!\n"}]