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Correct 2 Glocks Lyrics
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[Bizzy Bone:] Give it to em, bring your gun Give it to em, bring your gun [Krayzie Bone:] Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all? ... to death, death, death Fuck with the niggas with the guns and you might get shot, get shot Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all? ... to death, death death You could be the first to feel the heat To see how much we got, we got I still be the thuggish ruggish nigga Dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, and boots Still don't give a fuck about the law Still run with a pump in my car And fuck who you are You're fucking with a couple of niggas that's really insane I'm talking loco, crazy as hell It ain't just a name It's the game And we done loosened up a couple strings And shook a couple of screws loose in my brain Besides that, ain't nothin' changed Look at me now I'm still a thug Nigga I still smoke bud You know I still represent St. Clair wig split shit, nigga what? This is Bone Thugs niggas Thinkin I told you but we put it down like that And whoever we got to fuck up to prove that we do it And keep on movin, guess who's back up in the house? Original Cleveland Criminals Niggas just send em subliminal messages like "murda, mo murder murder" Never forgot where we come from Watch how you move your tongue Cause I got niggas that's ready to jump off in your ass And smash and crash Protect my niggas for combat Leathaface at ya and on your ass like I was a heat seeker Quickly the reaper peep you Sweep you off your feet in Cleveland [Layzie Bone:] I be the smoothest little nigga you can meet me But nigga you fuck with me then I'm a fuck with you Introduce you to this heat I sweep the street When I draw down, let me hear you say "fuck the law now" Rawest niggas in the town Ready to thug and go down Go pound for pound, nigga that's the motto Let me see you throw them things and if it's real Nigga keep it real Show me your game I'm sure gonna claim What the fuck is mine My nigga I'll take it Grab a player hater by the neck, choke him out and try to break it Gimme your money, drop them keys It's a jack move bitch And since you haters ain't got no business That's how we attack your shit Nigga we'll smack your bitch in the middle of the Grammy And the media might ban me Nigga this Mo Thug Family is for real [Chorus] [Bizzy Bone:] Pull it up, sit up, get up and count up your money Before it all gets spent up And you wanna get rid of A hood bitch with game And every bitch said I'm a good bitch Fuckin with the wood grain Everybody still playin that hood game quiet Especially when it's tired My environment ain't nothin but niggas dieing In them chemical fed injections in Jasper Texas Split up these niggas off in different sections Don't hate my message Destiny led to mimic Chastity for my daughter Wad up a niggas sherm And come listen to the sermon Swervin in my Surburban, lick it up with the bottle But everybody know I got some problems Had dreams of the Apollo The fiends had faith in me, suckas wouldn't run A nigga not insane Niggas still with me Bone, somehow they turn up Run up and get your sign Run blindly, elevate through time Nowhere to hide [Flesh-N-Bone:] Our dawgs finna haul off lead Sawed-off head Nigga you drippin soakin with bloodly body be beggin me You know what you should've capped like 2 pac with a glock They're deadly, better not upset my thug mentality sucker You know you done fucked up Don't you niggas? Runnin up blastin gas craters What the fuck you thought you saw with your head in the sky? Could it be a bird or maybe it's even a plane For the untamed Insane human only the Fifth Dawg Fuck you thought mutherfuck fame For the fact the shit is a phat game Going remain number one in the Land Flesh, strangle the gang Bang bang! Bang! I dropped five guards in the name of the Lord I say Now how many times will I have to slay today? Will I raise my guage? Oh God! How will I teach yaa, but it's these tactics that he daily practice They gonna let you Don't have it? Have it, runnin up you sons of bastards Blast it, we sons of assassins Match it, collecting more cash That's true, you're feeling that Niggas said all my babies get a million Struggle with a villian Hit 'em With a venomous blow! I call on my mighty archang-el Gonna surround my soul but go with the calico yo' We the tightest you know Mo, the Mighty Yes trues humbly united My family never divided Desperado, Thug Line, Mo Thug, Millennium, Seventh Sign For the FBI you wanna come test my enterprise? Bitch you better go think twice And open up your mutherfucking eyes These niggas can't fuck with the fifth dawg finna parlay Everyday stormin your way You better lay low So you might just duck when I buck guage Can't you see my niggas having a ball all day Since we having a ball all day Motherfuckers player hate [Chorus]
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