Send* corrections to the typist Walkin

down the street with my glock, in my hand No
safety you, know it and our guns don't jam Keep

one in the hand and no need for cockin When

ni z***start the poppin them shells get to droppin [Chorus

2X] F

k**rap music this, is gun clap music F
k**rap music this, is gun clap music F
k**rap music this, is gun clap music Load

it up c, itits back and blast to it [Fredro

Starr] Yo

who, shot ya It's? too late to try to operate Hard

escape through New York State It's

on killa f, k**all the ni z***that hate I

can feel ya shook when ya walk through the gate Your

heartbeat break like a Kay Slay tape Bust

guns to this raisin, the crime rate Ni

z***better blast when it's time to shoot Ni

z***on the roof tryna blast at you See

me in the six coupe twins, engine Skiddin

murder, scene left God, ridden New
guns old, guns need, to test those I

burn baby, burn, like sniffin asbestos Bust

low reload, and stay low I
twist more caps than the 40 oco B

s*****know could, tell by the look on the thug face The

way they play it in the club it, ain't safe [Chorus

]:[Sonsee]

A'yo
I'm still not a hater but the heat'll spray ya Say

hello to the bad guy meet, your creator Your

gone locked, down streets in blocks down east Hopped

out jeeps knocked, out teeth and chopped down beef With

the boxpound heat it's, your option to die Poppin

the nine at ten then, guns in the sky Grew
up in the Stuy peace, to every ghetto Up

in the x-sincos with my ni z***from Queens wit heavy metal Drug

raps through the pj's ki's, and trees now, we payin da's Gettin

paid from three ways Who

wanna die It? won't cost you a dollar Get

your boys to follow of course you still gonna holla Money

I'm sick keep, puttin clips in them rugers And

spit you, couldn't measure my fifth with six rulers Hold

up killer I'm, all about gettin loot And
when I c backunt duke I'm givin glock tattoo [Chorus

]:[Sticky

Fingaz] Some

say the bigger the gun the, more damage it do I

say the smaller the pistol the, better it shoot I

give a holla to my ni z***in warfare Sticky

don't care if, don't nobody else care And
um I'm, always quick to reach for the glock So

if you run up in my spot motherfuckers get shot In

these streets ni z***drivin fives gettin set up Forgive

but don't forget your benz'll get wet up Ni
z***come around frontin don't, believe 'em You

ain't no killer you be layin there bleedin Cause

n anusyou know me Don't

make me blast you up and snatch your a outit the b And
b h***ni z***don't blast back They

like ladies they, take their ice chains to the casket And

since we all came from the hood Got

our name from the hood and our game from the hood I

think it's time to kill for our good time, to heal our hood Be
real to our hood And

if we don't we'll have a race of babies That'll

take 380's to school and get crazy And
to my sons tryna make ones Sellin

cracks on the blocks watch, out when the jake comes And

to my real thugs get up I, know you fed up ni z***But

keep ya guns up [Chorus

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Gun Clap Music Lyrics

Onyx – Gun Clap Music Lyrics