Shotz To Tha Double Glock

Ooh, killa
Ooh, killa

If you're down to glide and slide on the Clair, then let's ride
Tony Tone roll with Bone on the dark side
But when you come, just bring your guns wit'cha
If you're a busta, niggas, gon' have fun wit'cha
So nigga, don't get me wrong, my niggas
Swang them thangs, bang some brains
Slangin' yayo, it all remains the same

Step and you'll catch some buck shots
Murder one on the Clair my Glock, Glock
Mo thugs, what's up, nigga, get dropped
Put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop now
Nigga that I thug wit' kill
Pop to the chest, how does it feel?
And nigga, we peel caps
Pap, fit to get your wig cracked back
Killin', I'm buckin' 'em down, I wish ya would
Try to get some, redrum, bitch, nigga, don't test my hood

A first degree murderin' wig splitta, grave digga diggin' a ditch
Puttin' a bitch and them snitches in the pit
So don't fuck with them niggas off the nine-nine
The foundation of niggas commitin' a crime is murderin' every time
Nigga, beware 'cause here come the Clair, mobbin' like them soldiers
Watch me fold ya for actin' like somebody never told ya
So off we go to the bloody row, tryin' to blood some souls
With that nine shot, givin' props to the double Glock

Pump, pump when I let my shell down
Hit a nick nack gimmee the goodies and nigga me dash
Ya reach for the gauge and mash
Yell out 187 and blast
Nigga, don't test nuts your luck's fucked
You feelin' up right for the bone yard
Thuggin' off with the graveyard shift
Then comin' up, blow your whole card, bitch
Scandalous niggas, dwellin' the Clair be servin' them chop chop's
We rippin' them guts with buck shotz, pop, pop

You better be ready for this thug style
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Flesh with them wicked now
We straight up the Glock, Glock
Well, don't get your wig's split now
East 99, follow me down the strip as we trip to the dark side
Better grab your pop, niggas be trippin' and flippin' as soon they get out
187, you're caught in a murder, niggas up to no good
Uh, oh, fuck no, they never could fuck with a thug, ho

Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double Glock, Glock (ooh)
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double Glock, Glock (killa)
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double Glock, Glock (ooh)
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double Glock, Glock (killa)

Nuthin' but them killas (killa), straight up thuggas rippin' bucks up bloody clothes
Gaugin' bloody watch this nickle trippin' shot and fuck 'em down
Buckin' them coppas down, round after round, after round
Bloody bodies badges spread out on the ground
Ain't no sound, just them demons screamin' rest in peace
I guess you got to suffer, ready to pip hollow point tip

Got your wig split, they made your body
Once you hunt my victims on a mission
Flippin' livin' on a darker side, creepin' on your homicide
Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by
Boogie Nikke's on a night ride

Thuggin' through my thuggish ass hood at night, with my pipe
Thuggin' down the double Glock, tryin' to get my serve on
Watchin' my back while six-five try to roll on
But one to the suckas head and two up in his body
Now peep my creep, I eat the reefer smoke all up inside me

We jumpin' up rough from the hood
We bailin', we thuggin', we lookin' like crooks
Could tell we be fatal, ready to roll
Know we willing and able
Rollin' with Ruthless bitch, betta check my label
Murda dem, never come again
When the scandalous niggas set up
Bloody nigga trues be on my level
88 and ten five is the soldiers ghetto

Nigga, don't take the wrong turn
Or you will enter the hood and were spittin', so cover your dome
At a cut where the thugs and hustlas roam
Cleveland Browns, Dogg Pound hoes, it's on

Let's begin in the mix, of a Clair player
You're liable to get your wigs split and dumped in a ditch, bitch
'Cause them thugs, sendin' them slugs
Leavin' 'em off in the cut in a puddle of blood, say what?
Don't make me go in my trench, nigga, ya got me bent
All fucked up, your luck's up, you gotta get sent
To your gravesite as John Doe for fuckin' wit' those

It's them thugs runnin' amuck
On none but a slug all up in the territory
We never divide, go nationwide with the buck buck
So where you at? Where you at?
I'm strapped and ready ta snap n yank a nigga's neck back
Puttin' 'em Koolaid hats into the graveyard
Pumped up betta get down
Thugs'll be glad ta tear around, foe somebody gets fucked
Ya still don't want some bitch but what the motherfuck I wanna
Wham ya wit' a TEC9, now bitch, press yo' luck

Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double Glock, Glock (ooh)
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double Glock, Glock (killa)
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Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double Glock, Glock (killa)
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Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double Glock, Glock (killa)

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Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double Glock, Glock (killa)
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double Glock, Glock (ooh)
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double Glock, Glock (killa)
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