Shotz To Tha Double Glock
Chorus1: Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh killa.
Tony Tone: If you're down to glide and slide on the Clair then let's ride Tony Tone roll with Bone on the darkside but when you come just bring your guns with ya�if your a busta niggas gon�have fun with ya�so nigga don't get me wrong my niggas swang them thangs bang some brains slangin yeyo�it all remains the same.
Wish: Step and you're catchin some buckshots�murder one on the Clair-nine-glock-glock�Mo Thug what's up? nigga get drug put'em in the mud pop and I can't stop now�niggas that I thug with kill�pop to the chest�how does it feel? and nigga 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 nigga don't test my hood.
Tombstone: A first degree murderin wig splitter gravedigger 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 the crime and murderin every time�niggas beware cause here come the Clair mobbin like some soldiers�watch me fold ya for actin like somebody never told ya�so off we go to the bloody road time to bless some souls with that nine shot givin props to the double glock.
Flesh: Pump pump when I let my shells down�hit a lick now gimme the goodies and nigga me dash�I reach for the gauge and mash yell out 187 and blast�nigga don't test nuts�your luck's fucked�your feelin wrath of the Boneyard thuggin off with the Graveyard Shift then comin up for your ho card bitch �scandalous niggas dwell in the Clair be servin them chop chops�we rippin them guts with buckshots pop pop�me give up shots out to the glock-glock.
Krayzie: You better believe that we runnin this thug style�Krayzie Layzie Bizzy Flesh Wish them wicked now�we straight off the glock-glock�run up get your wig split now�East 99 follow me down to me street buck we thug on the darkside�better have your pop niggas be trippin and flippin as soon they get high 187 you're caught in a murder�niggas up to no good po-po�fuck no�they never could fuck with a thug-ho.
Chorus2: Pop pop givin up shots to the double-glock glock.
Mo Hart: Nothin but them killas straight up thuggas rippin bucks of lead and Clair thugs gaugin pump eruptions nickel trip and shut and fuck'em down buckin them coppers 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 to suffer ready to 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.
All: Boogy Nikke on the mic right.
Boogy Nikke: 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 sucka's head and two up in his body�now peep my creep�I keep the reefer smoke all up inside me.
Layzie: We jumpin up out from the hood�we bailin�we thuggin we lookin like crooks�the terror be fatal ready to roll now we willing and able rollin with Ruthless bitch better check my label�murdered them never come again where the scandalous niggas settle�bloody nigga trues be on my level �88 through the ten-five is the soldiers ghetto nigga don't take the wrong turn�you will enter the hood and we're splitters so cover your dome out the cut where the thugs and hustlas roam�Cleveland Browns the Dog Pound home it's on.
Sin: Never get in the mix of a Clair player you're liable to get your wig 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�now you gotta get sent to your gravesite as John Doe for fuckin with those.
Gates: It's them thugs runnin amuck all night but a slug up in you�the territory never divide go nationwide with the buck buck�so where you at? where you at? I'm strapped and ready to snap and yank a nigga's neck back�split them Kool-Aid hats�into the graveyard but prepare to get drugged up on the Clair to tear a round before somebody gets stuck �you still won't want some bitch but what the muthafuck? I wanna one to whammy with a TEC-9 now bitch press your luck.
Chorus1/2 (mixed)
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