Fabolous - Hand On My Glock lyrics

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Fabolous - Hand On My Glock lyrics

{"Grizzill..."} [DJ Drama] AMG is the machine (uhh) Emba**y C.U.B. (uhh) Come Up Boys! (L-A-D) (The Aphilliates!) [LA the Darkman] n***a I got it got what you need, that coke that heron that speed That med them purple trees, front and a n***a bleed I'm good at them evil deeds, it's normal for me homey Get the cheese like macaroni, pimpin like Pretty Tony Famous but you don't know me young'n remember that War like a Republican, smooth as a Democrat Pull a rabbit out my hat like a magician dressed in black Really a k**er dressed in black, k**in for them paper stacks Every since I sold crack, been smooth like Ebenezer Police, give me amnesia, n***a I know the procedure I'm sick, no anasthesia can cure, what's in my genes f** a stash spot, n***a my pistol is in my jeans I'm a fiend for the flow, I'm a fiend for the dough I'm a fiend for the feel of me squeezin that calico AMG, pay attention, Emba**y, n***az listen I cross the Mason-Dixon just to keep me out of prison motherf**er [Chorus: repeat 4X] Violate me and you will get popped (get popped) Two-steppin with my hand on my glock, ayy [Willie the Kid] No! They don't make 'em like this no mo' I'm as, real as they come, as fly as they say As hot as they claim, Willie man I'm hotter than flames Flyer than planes, I gotta explain, I'm tired of lames I mean I'm tired of rappers n***az babblin I hire the clappers, fire the ratchets Yeah, I mean quiet the racket Bottom line you either got it or lack it and most n***az lack it Sing-Sing regime is full metal jacket So many stripes and medals I need another jacket Bullet wounds, they barely can patch it Rap n***az rather bury the hatchet, whattup my n***a Bump? Just came home, and he don't care neither f** around and catch a body like a cheerleader Yeah, n***az sweet like a strudel Petite like a poodle, small like chihuahuas Devoured all the cowards, money and the power n***az know Willie in the mall a couple hours Geah, they got me thinkin like Terence Howard I could be wrong, even though I may be right Yeah, these n***az soft like baby wipes And chicks comin to the crib like it's Ladies Night Hehe, and can't nar' a n***a see me I'm Big Dangerous you just a Lil Weezy - Willie! [Chorus] [Outro] It's L-A-D n***a WTK n***a CUB motherf**er

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