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Shotz To The Double Glock

アーティスト:Bone Thugs-N-Harmony 

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All: Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, killa. Tony Tone: If you're down to glide and slide on the Clair, then let's ride. Tony Tone roll with Bone on the darkside, but when you come Just bring your guns with ya. If your a busta niggas gon' have fun with ya. So, nigga, don't get me wrong, my niggas swang Them thangs, bang some brains, slangin' llello. It all remains the same. Wish: Step and you're catchin' some buckshots. Murder one on the Clair-nine-glock-glock. Mo Thug, what's up? Nigga, get drug, Put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop, now. Niggas that I thug with kill. Pop to the chest. How does it feel? And nigga we Peel caps. Pap. Fin to get your wig cracked back. Killin', I'm buckin' 'em down. I wish ya would try to get some redrum, Bitch. Nigga, don't test my hood. Tombstone: A first degree murderin' wig splitter, gravedigger diggin' a ditch, puttin' a bitch and them snitches in the pit, so don't fuck with Them niggas off the nine-nine--the foundation of niggas committin' the crime and murderin' every time. Niggas beware, 'cause Here come the Clair mobbin' like some soldiers. Watch me fold ya for actin' like somebody never told ya. So off we go, to the Bloody road, time to bless some souls, with that nine shot, givin' props to the double glock. Flesh: Pump, pump, when I let my shells down. Hit a lick, now gimme the goodies, and nigga me dash. I reach for the gauge and Mash, yell out "one-eighty-seven" and blast. Nigga, don't test nuts. Your luck's fucked. Your feelin' wrath of the Boneyard, Thuggin' off with the Graveyard Shift, then comin' up for your ho card, bitch. Scandalous niggas dwell in the Clair, be servin' Them chop chops. We rippin' them guts with buckshots, pop, pop. Me give up shots out to the glock-glock. Krayzie: You better believe that we runnin' this thug style: Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Flesh, Wish, them wicked, now. We straight off the Glock-glock. Run up, get your wig split now. East 99 follow me down to me street, buck, we thug on the darkside. Better Have your pop, niggas be trippin' and flippin' as soon they get high. One-eighty-seven, you're caught in a murder. Niggas up to No good. Po-po. Fuck no. They never could fuck with a thug-ho. Pop, pop, givin' up shots to the double-glock, glock. Mo! Hart:


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