Bone Thugs-n-harmony - Shots 2 Da Double Glock lyrics

Ooooooooooooo....k**a(x2) [Bizzy Bone] 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 your a busta n***as gone have fun witcha So n***a don't get me wrong, my n***as Swang them thangs, bang some brains Slangin' yayo, it all remains the same [Mo! Hart] Step and you'll catch some buck shots Murder one on the Clair with my Glock Glock Mo thugs whats up n***a get dropped Put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop now n***as that I thug wit' k** Pop to tha chest how does it feel And n***a we peel caps Pap, fit to get your wig cracked back k**in' I'm buckin em down, I wish ya would Try to get some, redrum, b**h n***a don't test my hood [Grave Digga] A first degree murderin' wig splitta, grave digga Diggin' a ditch, puttin' a b**h And them snitches in the pit, so don't f** with Them n***as off the 9 9 The foundation of n***as commitin' a crime is murderin' every time n***a 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 Time to bless some souls, with that nine shot Givin' props to the double Glock [Wi$h Bone] Pump pump when I let my shell down Hit a nick nack gimmee the goodies and n***a me dash Ya reach for the gauge and mash Yell out 187 and blast n***a don't test nuts your luck's f**ed You feelin' up right for the bone yard Thuggin' off with the graveyard shift Then comin up, pull your hoe card, b**h Scandalous n***as, dwellin' the Clair be servin' them chop chop's We rippin' them guts with buck shotz, pop pop [Krazyie Bone] You better believe that we runnin' 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 darkside Betta grab your pop, n***as be Trippin' and flippin' as soon they get out 187 you're caught in a murder n***as up to no good Uh oh, f** no They never could f** with a thug ho Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double Glock Glock [x4] [Boogy Nikke] Nuthin but them k**as, straight up thuggas Rippin bucks up bloody clothes Gaugin' pump eruptions nickel trip and shut and f** '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 [Flesh-N-Bone] Thuggin through my thuggish a** 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 s**as head and two up in his body Now peep my creep I eat the reefer smoke all up inside me [Lazyie Bone] 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 b**h betta check my label Murda dem, never come again When the scandalous n***as set up Bloody n***a trues be on my level Eighty eight and ten five is the soldiers ghetto n***a 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 [Bizzy Bone] Let's begin in the mix, of a Clair player You're liable to get your wigs split and dumped in a ditch b**h 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 n***a ya got me bent All f**ed up,your luck's up, you gotta get sent To your gravesite as John Doe for f**in wit those... [Wi$h Bone] 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 n yank a n***a's neck back Puttin em Koolaid hats In ta the graveyard Pumped up betta get down Thugs'll be glad ta tear around Foe sombody gets f**ed Ya still don't want some b**h but what the muthaf** I wanna Wham ya wit a tec-9 Now b**h press yo luck Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double Glock Glock [x16]