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 witcha

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

So **** don't get me wrong, my ****

Swang them thangs, bang some brains

Slangin' yayo, it all remains the same

Step and you catchin' some buck shots

Murder one on the Clair Nine Glock Glock

Mo Thug, what's up **** get dropped

Put 'em in the mud, pop, and I can't stop now

**** that I thug with kill

Pop to tha chest, how does it feel?

And ****, we peel caps

Pap, fin to get your wig cracked back

Killin' I'm buckin' em down, I wish ya would

Try to get some, redrum, bitch

**** 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 **** off the nine nine

The foundation of **** commitin' a crime and murderin' every time

**** 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

Time to bless some souls, with that nine shot

Givin' props to the double Glock

Pump pump when I let my shell down

Hit a lick, now gimmee the goodies and **** me dash

I reach for the gauge and mash

Yell out "187!" and blast

**** don't test nuts, your luck's fucked

You feelin' around for the bone yard

Thuggin' off with the graveyard shift

Then comin' to pull your whole card, bitch

Scandalous ****, dwellin' the Clair be servin' them chop chops

We rippin' them guts with buck shots, pop pop

You better be ready for this thug style

Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Flesh, Wish them wicked now

We straight off that Glock Glock

Well don't get your wigs split now

East 99 follow me down to me strip as we trip to the darkside

Betta grab your pop, **** be

Trippin' and flippin' as soon they get out

One-eighty-seven, you're caught in a murder

**** up to no good

Po po, fuck no

They never could fuck with a thug ho

Pop pop, givin' up shots to tha double Glock Glock

Pop pop, givin' up shots to tha double Glock Glock

Pop pop, givin' up shots to tha double Glock Glock

Pop pop, givin' up shots to tha double Glock Glock

Nuthin' but them killas, straight up thuggas

Rippin' bucks of bloody clothes

Gaugin' pump eruptions nickel trip and shut and fuck 'em down

Buckin' them coppas down

Round after round after round

Bloody bodies, badges spreaded on the ground

Ain't no sound, just the demons screamin' rest in peace

I guess you got ta suffer

Feeling good dip hollow-point tip, got your wig split

And made your body rupture

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

Put one to the sucka's head and two up in his body

Now peep my creep, I keep 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 **** set up

Bloody **** trues be on my level

Eighty eight to ten five is the soldiers ghetto

**** don't take the wrong turn

You will enter the hood and wig splitters will 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

**** ya got me bent

All fucked up, your luck's up, now 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

Never divide, go nationwide with the buck buck

So where you at, where you at?

I'm strapped and ready ta snap and yank a ****'s snapback

Split 'em Koolaid hats

Into the graveyard

Pumped up betta get down

Step on tha Clair ta tear around

Chumps about to get struck

You still don't want some bitch but what the muthafuck I want

I want to wham you with a TEC-9

Now bitch press yo luck

Pop pop, givin' up shots to tha double Glock Glock (Ooh, killa)

Pop pop, givin' up shots to tha double Glock Glock

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