Shotz to Tha Double Glock

Ooh killaOoh 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 witcha

If you're a busta, niggas gone have fun witcha

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 tha 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 9, 9

The foundation of niggas committin' a crime is murderin' every time

Nigga beware 'cuz 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

Betta 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

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Nuthin' but them killas, 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 ta 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

Eighty eight 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' a muck on none but a slug all up in the territory

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 in ta 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 muthafuck,

I wanna wham ya wit a

Tec-9Now bitch press yo luck

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