(2x Chorus - Twistem AP 'n Cray-C)
Twistem AP 'n Cray-C, we holdin' it down!
Dead rags 'n fake fags, just throwin' it down!!!
Twistem AP 'n Cray-C makin' da sounds!
from parties to clubs dats makin' ya bounce!!!
(Verse 1 - Cray-C)
I'm from da Mill City of da Murda Mass
'n if I really gots to then its my turn to blast
but I ain't no thug dats down to burn yo' ass.
I'm a straight up G dats down to work yo' ass.
If you ain't know me then it won't hurt to ask.
Just don't me judge first 'n then blurt so fast.
Blah blah blah blah blah, yeah, I heard yo' ass.
If ya start wit' me ya best not lurk my grass.
'cause dis my grounds 'n its my dirt to mash.
From bottom to top I done earn my task.
Highly respected rank 'n I was learn to last
'cause life is hard 'cause it'll concern yo' past
'n it'll affect ya later like a germ to bash.
So stay holdin' it down 'n just squirm da rags
to floss it up in da air wit' a shirt to match.
Represent like ya gots a rough firm to flash!
(2x Chorus - Twistem AP 'n Cray-C)
Twistem AP 'n Cray-C, we holdin' it down!
Dead rags 'n fake fags, just throwin' it down!!!
Twistem AP 'n Cray-C makin' da sounds!
from parties to clubs dats makin' ya bounce!!!
(Verse 2 - Twistem AP)
TwiSteM Ap... and Cray-C....
comin from St pete..
where theres so many fake hoes..
and so many fake bros...
and it seems like we the only ones that know...
we ridin....
u step asidin....
we fly through...
we so cool...
2 different types of crews....
under one set rule....
fake niggahs...
no remorse...
no mercy...
no more...
actin like ur hardcore...
u runnin...
when u hear us coming...
steady stepping....
we true...
thats what we reppin....
its an instinct to blink....
talking back....
with all the yack...
actin like you black....
its just a fake act...
matter of fact....
yall niggahs always cruisin in packs...
cause u scared how us true boys act...
we got you shivering....
got ya quivering...
hiding in bushes....
jumping kids....
shows ur true colors....
when u get beat up...
u always wanna try to get ur bigger brothers....
or your the ones that cry home to ur mothers....
its me TwiSteM Ap....
just reppin the things i see...
(2x Chorus - Twistem AP 'n Cray-C)
Twistem AP 'n Cray-C, we holdin' it down!
Dead rags 'n fake fags, just throwin' it down!!!
Twistem AP 'n Cray-C makin' da sounds!
from parties to clubs dats makin' ya bounce!!!
(Verse 3 - Cray-C)
Seven Two Seven area is these streets I creep
as I'm doin' dirty work in da streets I sweep
is da grounds we run wit' da beef I meet.
Don't like my temper 'cause it heats da meat.
So I squash them all like all da treats I eat.
Takin' out my enemies wit' dey peeps to weep.
Dis world gon' crazy 'n its peace I need
'n if theres a God on my knees I plead.
So please forgive me fo' my deeds of greed
'n too much slangin' just only leads to weed.
Can't stop when da pigs won't release my feet.
Dey watchin' each step as I please to eat
tryin' to make money 'cause I needs to feed.
Gots to stay strong wit' no grief to speak.
'cause showin' sorrow will only greets da weak.
Stayin' true to myself before I breathe to leave.
(2x Chorus - Twistem AP 'n Cray-C)
Twistem AP 'n Cray-C, we holdin' it down!
Dead rags 'n fake fags, just throwin' it down!!!
Twistem AP 'n Cray-C makin' da sounds!
from parties to clubs dats makin' ya bounce!!!
