Shotz To Tha Double Glock

Shotz To Tha Double Glock: Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh killa Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh killa If ya down to glide an’ slide on the Clair, than let’s ride Time an’ time, roll with Bone on the darkside But when ya come just bring ya guns witch ya If you a busta, niggas gon' have fun witch ya So nigga, don't get me wrong My niggas swang them thangs Bang some brains slangin’ yeyo It all remains the same Steppin’ ya catchin’ some buckshots Murda One on tha Clair 9 glock glock Mo thug what’s up nigga get drunk Put em in the mud poppin’ I can't stop now Niggas that I thug with, kill Pop to tha chest, how does is feel And nigga we peel caps pap Still ta getcha yo wig crack back Killa, now buckin’ em down I wish ya would, try ta get some red rum Bitch nigga don’t touch my hood A 1st degree murderin’ wig splitter, grave digga’ Diggin’ a ditch puttin’ a bitch and them snitches in a pit So don’t fuck with dem niggas of tha 99 Tha foundation of niggas commitin’ a crime an’ murderin’ every time Nigga beware ‘cause we’re in the Clair mobbin’ like them soldiers Watch me fold ya, fo’ actin’ like somebody neva told ya So off we go to tha bloody road tryin’ ta bless some souls With that 9 shot givin’ drops to tha double glock Come come wit tha let me show down Here tha nik nak gimme tha goodies n nigga me dash, I reach fo tha gauge an’ mash, on a 187 an’ blast Nigga don’t test nuts ya lucks fucked You fillin’ a path to tha boneyard Thuggin’ off wit tha graveyard shift, an’ commin’ up fo’ your home court bitch Scandlous niggas dwelin’ in Clair be servin’ them chop chops We rippin them guts wit buckshots pop pop [Givin’ shots to tha glock glock, Nigga ya betta believe they be runnin’ these thugs down] Krayzie Layzie Bizzy Flesh Wish them wicked now, we straight off tha glock glock But don’t get yo wig split now East 99 follow me down we straight wit tha thug on tha darkside Betta grab your pop niggas be trippin’ an’ flippin’ tha as soon as they get down 187 ya'll callin’ ta murda, niggas up ta no good Fuuuck no, Fuck no they never could fuck with a thug no Chorus: (Repeat 4 Times) Pop pop givin’ up shotz to tha double glock glock Nuttin’ but them killas graded thuggas rippin’ bunch of bloody rows Gauge be pumpin’ watch these niggas trippin’ shuttin’ fuckas down Buckin’ them coppers down round after round after round Bloody bodies badges spreaded on tha ground ain’t no sounds Just tha demons screamin’ rest in peace I guess you got tha sucka Maybe tha dipped hollow point tip got ya wig split an’ made ya body Wont ya hurt my victims On a mission flippin’ livin’ on tha darkerside creepin’ on yo homicide Lettin’ my nuts an’ my gauge hang low now walk on by Thuggin to my thuggish ass hood at night wit my pride Thuggin down tha double glock tryin’ ta get my serve on Watchin’ my back while 6 5 try ta roll on But 1 to tha suckas headed 2 up in his body Now peep my creep I keep tha reefer smoke all up inside me We jumpin’ up off a tha hood we bail We sell ‘cause lookin’ like crooks cause we neva be fatal Ready ta roll now we willin’ an’ able Roll wit Ruthless bitch betta check my label Murda dem neva come again, with a scandlous nigga fed up Bloody nigga trues be on my level 88 10-5 ‘cause tha soldiers get ‘em Nigga don’t take tha wrong turn You will enter tha hood we’ll spill em up inta ya dome On tha cut where tha thugs an’ hustlas roam Cleveland Browns tha dog pound home [gone] Let them enter tha mix of a Clair playa Ya liable ta get yo weed split an’ dumped in a ditch bitch ‘Cause them thugs sendin’ them slugs leavin’ em off in tha cut Now poppin’ ‘em tha bloods say what Don’t make me go in my trench, nigga ya got me there All fucked up ya lucks up, now ya gotta gives in To ya gravesite is John Doe fo fuckin’ with thugs It's them thugs runin’ amuck, done runned a slug up in ‘em Tommy Thought we’d neva divide Go nationwide with tha buck buck So where you at, where you at I’m strapped an’ ready ta snap an’ yank niggas now backs Puttin’ ‘em Koolaide hats in ta tha graveyard pumped up betta Get down, that pumped town round ‘fo somebody gets fucked You still gon’ want some bitch but what tha mothafuck I wanna run ta wham you wit a tech 9 now bitch press yo luck Chorus: (Repeat 16 Times, Fade at 15) Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock [Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh killa]

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