17.Shotz To Tha Double Glock
All
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 wit 'cha. if you're a busta niggas goin' have fu
'cha. so, nigga, don't get me wrong, my niggas swang them
thangs, bang some brains, slangin' llello. 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 drunk,
put 'em in the mud, pop and i can't stop now. niggas that i thug
with ki
Op to the chest. how does it feel？ and nigga we peel capspap!
fin' to get your wig cracked back. killin', i'm buckin' 'em
down. i wish you would try to get some redrum, bitch! nigga,
don't tes
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 nine-nine. the foundation of
niggas commi
The crime and murderin' every time. niggas beware, 'cause here
come the clair mobbin' like some soldiers. watch me fold you for
actin' like somebody never told you. so off we go to the bloody
r
Time to bless some souls with that nine shot, givin' props to
the glock-glock.
Flesh
Pump-dump, 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 'one-eighty-seven' and blast. nigga, don't test nut
Ur luck's fucked. your feelin' the 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
S. 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
Street, buck, we thug on the darkside. better have your pop,
niggas be trippin' and flippin' as soon they get high.
one-eighty-seven, you're caught in a murder. niggas up to no
good. po-po. fuc
They never could fuck with a thug-ho.
Mo! hart
Nothin' but them killas, straight up thuggas, rippin' bucks on
bloody clothes. thugs gaugin' pump eruptions, nigga trippin'
shot and fuck 'em down, buckin' them coppers down, round after
round a
Round. bloody bodies, badges spreaded on the ground. ain't no
sound, just the demon screamin', 'rest in peace. i guess you got
to suffer.' ready to dip, hollow point tip, got your wig
, 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 hea
Two up in his body. now peep my creep. i keep the reefer smoke
all up inside me.
Layzie
We jumpin' up off of the hood. we bailin'. we thugs and we
lookin' like crooks. the terror be fatal. ready to roll, now we
willing and able. rollin' with ruthlessbitch! better check my
label.
Red them (them), never come again where the scandalous niggas
settle. bloody nigga, trues be on my level. eighty through the
ten-five is the soldiers' ghetto. nigga, don't take the wrong
turn--y
Ll enter the hood, and we're splitters so cover your dome. out
the cut, where the thugs and hustlas roam. cleveland browns, the
dawg 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, s
At？ don't make me go in my trench. nigga, you got me bent, all
fucked up. your luck's up. now y'all done 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 dummy thought we'd never divide, go nationwide with the
buck-buck. so where you at？ where you at？ i'm strapped and ready
to sna
Yank a nigga's neck back. split a kool-aid hat. into the
graveyard, but prepare to get drugged up on the clair to tear a
round 'fore somebody gets struck. you still won't want some
bitch, and w
He muthafuck i want？ i want to wham you with a tec-9. now bitch,
press your luck!
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