Shotz To Tha Double Glock Lyrics

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 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-9 Now bitch press yo luck
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