Shotz To Tha Double Glock

(альбом: E. 1999 Eternal - 1995)

Ooooooooooooo....killa [x2]

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 niggas gone have fun witcha
So nigga don't get me wrong, my niggas
Swang them thangs, bang some brains
Slanging yayo, it all remains the same

Step and you'll 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 can't 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
Killing I'm buckin em down, I wish ya would
Try to get some, redrum, bitch
Nigga don't test my hood

A first degree murdering wig splitta, grave digga
Digging a ditch, putting a bitch
And them snitches in the pit, so don't fuck with
Them niggas off the 9 9
The foundation of niggas commiting a crime is murdering every time
Nigga beware cuz here come the Clair
Mobbing like them soldiers
Watch me fold ya
For acting like somebody never told ya
So off we go, to the bloody row
Trying to blood some souls, with that nine shot
Giving 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 don't test nuts your luck's fucked
You feeling up right for the bone yard
Thugging off with the graveyard shift
Then coming up blow your whole card, bitch
Scandalous niggas, dwelling the Clair be serving them chop chop's
We ripping 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 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, niggas be
Tripping and flipping as soon they get out
187 you're caught in a murder
Niggas up to no good
Uh oh, fuck no
They never could fuck with a thug ho

Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock [x4]

Nuthin but them killas, straight up thuggas
Rippin bucks up bloody clothes
Gauging bloody watch this nickle tripping shot and fuck 'em down
Bucking them coppas down
Round after round after round
Bloody bodies badges spread out on the ground
Ain't no sound, just them demons screaming 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
Flipping living on a darker side
Creeping on your homicide
Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by,
Boogie Nikke's on a night ride

Thuggin through my thuggish ass hood at night, with my pipe
Thuggin down the double glock
Trying to get my serve on
Watching 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 jumping up rough from the hood
We bailing we thugging we looking like crooks
Could tell we be fatal, ready to roll
Know we willing and able
Rolling 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 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

Let's begin in the mix, of a Clair player
You're liable to get your wigs split and dumped in a ditch bitch
Cause them thugs, sending them slugs
Leaving em off in the cut in a puddle of blood say what
Don't make me go in my trench
Nigga ya got me bent
All fucked up,your luck's up, you gotta get sent
To your gravesite as John Doe for fuckin wit those...

It's them thugs running 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 nigga'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 fucked
Ya still don't want some bitch but what the muthafuck I wanna
Wham ya wit a tec-9
Now bitch press yo luck

Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock [x16]