T.I. - 2 Glock 9's lyrics

[T.I.P.] Yo Beanie Sigel T.I.P. King of the South (?) P.A., Roc-A-Fella, Ghetto Vision What we got for 'em (?) [Hook] Two Glock nines Any motherf**er whisperin about mine[x4] [Beanie Sigel] Yo ay yo you sure about that You wanna know about the mac So I show at ya front make you go outcha back Blow through your front make it go outcha back Ay yo I let fifty shots blow out the mac Dog ain't nothin' slow about the mac And dog ain't nothin' ho about the mac Man I come through with them heats Come in a few jeeps Like feds come through in they sleep And you know how we play When we poppin' them Glocks Take it to the AK Chopper the block And to the SWAT's Helicopter the block And them put you on the news Wasn't proper to watch You know I act like my clips I'm bananas Catch me in your strip all black in bandanas I dare a n***a act retarded So I can let this tar lift you off your feet like Vince Carter [Hook] Two Glock nines Any motherf**er whisperin about mine[x4] [T.I.P.] Oh I'm a motherf**in' G n***a f**in' with me I'm a make it so tomorrow you'll be lucky to see Have a n***a clutchin' his knee Strugglin' to breathe Make the gat splatter your bladder Like a kidney disease Yeah I know you're holdin' weight So just gimme the keys Or these motherf**ers with you are fin to witness ya bleed Paramedics cuttin' ya jeans Rippin' ya sleeves Put your a** in a body bag, zip it and leave Ain't no motherf**er do it like I do You and your n***a runnin' up Put two in him and two in you I put a n***a at the bed like a child with the flu Put hit out on that bucket and runnin' wild with your crew Put this thang to your head Put your brains on the roof Here now we ain't the same Y'alls is liars and we the truth Now that you know the scoop What you wanna do n***a He ain't makin' money on this corner too n***a Why not cause I got [Hook] Two Glock nines Any motherf**er whisperin about mine[x4] [T.I.P.] Ay n***a ya act bad Me and MAC comin' in two Jags Put another two in your new blue dew rag n***a brag if you wanna We'll blast on ya corner The n***a ain't fast well his a** is a goner [Beanie Sigel] Ay yo I keep two Glock nines n***as tryin' to watch mine Tryin' to stop mine See where I stock mine But I pop mine And I pop moms And I don't pop Throwin' cops where your block rhyme [T.I.P.] Say, a n***a tryin' me He'll find me Bustin' away a blind bee With thirty n***as And sixty triggas standin' behind me The nine be co*ked And we are riding Bustin' in them bushes where you are hiding [Beanie Sigel] Ay yo I got a hundred n***as With a f**in' hundred gats Who want the sh** Where their motherf**in' stomach at Don't b**h with that IV in you And I'll take somethin' from you only God can give you [Hook] Two Glock nines Any motherf**er whisperin' about mine[x4] [Beanie Sigel] We ain't playin' with y'all partner This dead serious so please believe it T.I.P., Beanie Sigel, P.A Ghetto Vision, Roc-A-Fella Man it's outrageous And we out