- Shotz to Tha Double Glock 歌詞 Bone thugs-n-harmony
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- Bone thugs-n-harmony Shotz to Tha Double Glock 歌詞
- Bone thugs-n-harmony
- Ooh killaOoh killa
If youre down to glide and slide on the
Clair, then lets ride
Tony Tone roll with
Bone on the dark side
But when you come just bring your guns witcha
If youre a busta, niggas gone have fun witcha
So nigga dont get me wrong, my niggas
Swang them thangs, bang some brains
Slangin yayo, it all remains the same
Step and youll catch some buck shots
Murder one on the
Clair my glock glock
Mo thugs, whats up nigga get dropped
Put em in the mud, pop and
I cant 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 Im buckin em down,
I wish ya would
Try to get some, redrum, bitch, nigga dont test my hood
A first degree murderin wig splitta, grave digga
Diggin a ditch, puttin a bitch
And them snitches in the pit, so dont 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 dont test nuts yourlucks 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 chops
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 dont get your wigs 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 youre 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
Aint 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 Nikkes 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 dont 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, its on
Lets begin in the mix of a
Clair player
Youre 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
Dont make me go in my trench
Nigga ya got me bent
All fucked up, your lucks up, you gotta get sent
To your gravesite as
John Doe for fuckin wit those
Its 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
Im strapped and ready ta snap n yank a niggas neck back
Puttin em
Koolaid hats in ta the graveyard
Pumped up betta get down, thugsll be glad ta tear around
Foe somebody gets fucked, ya still dont want some bitch
But what the muthafuck,
I wanna wham ya wit a
Tec-9Now bitch press yo luck
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