Shotz to Tha Double Glock

Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock

Nigga, that I thug wit kill
To your gravesite as John Doe for fuckin' wit those
With that nine shot, givin' props to the double glock
East 99 follow me down the strip as we trip to the dark side
Bloody nigga trues be on my level
I'm strapped and ready ta snap n yank a nigga's neck back
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Betta grab your pop, niggas be trippin' and flippin'
Ready to pip hollow point tip, got your wig split
Puttin 'em Koolaid hats in ta the graveyard
I guess you got ta suffer
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock

We jumpin' up rough from the hood
Could tell we be fatal, ready to roll, know we willing and able

Let's begin in the mix of a Clair player
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
As soon they get out, 187 you're caught in a murder
Ain't no sound, just them demons screamin' rest in peace
But one to the suckas head and two up in his body
Nigga don't test nuts your luck's fucked

Now bitch press yo luck
And them snitches in the pit, so don't fuck with
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Step and you'll catch some buck shots
Nigga don't take the wrong turn or you will enter the hood
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
They made your body once you hunt my victims on a mission
Never divide, go nationwide with the buck buck
Bloody bodies badges spread out on the ground
A first degree murderin' wig splitta, grave digga
Don't make me go in my trench
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock

Rollin' with Ruthless bitch, betta check my label
Nigga beware 'cuz here come the Clair, mobbin' like them soldiers
'Cause them thugs, sendin' them slugs
They never could fuck with a thug ho
Flippin' livin' on a darker side creepin' on your homicide
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock

Thuggin down the double glock tryin' to get my serve on
We rippin' them guts with buck shotz, pop pop
We straight up the glock glock, well don't get your wig's split now

Cleveland Browns, Dogg Pound hoes, it's on
Leavin' 'em off in the cut in a puddle of blood, say what
Pumped up betta get down, thugs'll be glad ta tear around
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock

But when you come just bring your guns witcha
You feelin' up right for the bone yard, thuggin' off with the graveyard shift

So off we go, to the bloody row, tryin' to blood some souls

And were spittin', so cover your dome
Mo thugs, what's up nigga get dropped
Diggin' a ditch, puttin' a bitch

If you're a busta, niggas gone have fun witcha

Slangin' yayo, it all remains the same
Watch me fold ya for actin' like somebody never told ya
Round after round after round
Hit a nick nack, gimmee the goodies and nigga me dash
Now peep my creep, I eat the reefer smoke all up inside me
If you're down to glide and slide on the Clair, then let's ride
Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Nuthin' but them killas, straight up thuggas

Pop to tha chest how does it feel and nigga we peel caps

We bailin' we thuggin' we lookin' like crooks
Scandalous niggas, dwellin' the Clair be servin' them chop chop's
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Boogie Nikke's on a night ride

Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pump, pump when I let my shell down
You better be ready for this thug style

It's them thugs runnin' a muck on none but a slug all up in the territory
Rippin' bucks up bloody clothes
Niggas up to no good, uh oh, fuck no

The foundation of niggas committin' a crime is murderin' every time
Swang them thangs, bang some brains
Gaugin' bloody watch this nickle trippin' shot and fuck 'em down
At a cut where the thugs and hustlas roam
Eighty eight and ten five is the soldiers ghetto

Put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop now

But what the muthafuck, I wanna wham ya wit a Tec-9
Murda dem, never come again when the scandalous niggas set up

Killin' I'm buckin' 'em down, I wish ya would
Them niggas off the 9, 9
All fucked up, your luck's up, you gotta get sent
Pap, fit to get your wig cracked back
So nigga don't get me wrong, my niggas

Then comin' up blow your whole card, bitch
So where you at where you at
Thuggin' through my thuggish ass hood at night with my pipe
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Watchin' my back while six-five try to roll on
Murder one on the Clair my glock glock
Foe somebody gets fucked, ya still don't want some bitch

Buckin' them coppas down
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
You're liable to get your wigs split and dumped in a ditch bitch
Try to get some, redrum, bitch, nigga don't test my hood
Ya reach for the gauge and mash, yell out 187 and blast
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Flesh with them wicked now
Tony Tone roll with Bone on the dark side
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Nigga ya got me bent
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock