Tony Tone - Shotz To Tha Double Glock lyrics

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Tony Tone - Shotz To Tha Double Glock lyrics

Ooooooooooooo....k**a [x2] [Tony Tone] 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 n***as gone have fun witcha So n***a don't get me wrong, my n***as Swang them thangs, bang some brains Slangin' yayo, it all remains the same [Wish Bone] Step and you catchin some buck shots Murder one on the Clair Nine Glock Glock Mo Thug, whats up n***a get dropped Put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop now n***as that I thug with k** Pop to tha chest how does it feel And n***a we peel caps Pap, fin to get your wig cracked back k**in' I'm buckin em down, I wish ya would Try to get some, redrum, b**h n***a don't test my hood [Tombstone] A first degree murderin' wig splitta, grave digga Diggin' a ditch, puttin' a b**h And them snitches in the pit, so don't f** with Them n***as off the nine nine The foundation of n***as commitin' a crime and murderin' every time n***a beware cuz here come the Clair Mobbin' like them soldiers Watch me fold ya For actin' like somebody never told ya So off we go, to the bloody row Time to bless some souls, with that nine shot Givin' props to the double Glock [Flesh-N-Bone] Pump pump when I let my shell down Hit a lick now gimmee the goodies and n***a me dash I reach for the gauge and mash Yell out 187 and blast n***a don't test nuts your luck's f**ed You feelin' around for the bone yard Thuggin' off with the graveyard shift Then comin' to pull your whole card, b**h Scandalous n***as, dwellin' the Clair be servin' them chop chop's We rippin' them guts with buck shotz, pop pop [Krayzie Bone] You better be ready for this thug style Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Flesh, Wish them wicked now We straight off the Glock Glock Well don't get your wig's split now East 99 follow me down to me strip as we trip to the darkside Betta grab your pop, n***as be Trippin' and flippin' as soon they get out 187 you're caught in a murder n***as up to no good Po po, f** no They never could f** with a thug ho [Chorus: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony] Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double Glock Glock [x4] [Mo! Hart] Nuthin but them k**as, straight up thuggas Rippin bucks of bloody clothes Gaugin' pump eruptions nickel trip and shut and f** 'em down Buckin' them coppas down Round after round after round Bloody bodies badges spreaded out on the ground Ain't no sound, just the demons screamin' rest in peace I guess you got ta suffer Feeling good dip hollow point tip, got your wig split And made your body rupture Hunt my victims on a mission Flippin' livin' on a darker side Creepin' on your homicide Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by Boogie Nikke's on a night ride [Boogie Nikke] Thuggin through my thuggish a** hood at night, with my pipe Thuggin down the double Glock Tryin' to get my serve on Watchin' my back while six-five try to roll on Put one to the s**as head and two up in his body Now peep my creep I keep the reefer smoke all up inside me [Layzie Bone] We jumpin' up rough from the hood We bailin' we thuggin' we lookin' like crooks Could tell we be fatal, ready to roll Know we willing and able Rollin' with Ruthless b**h betta check my label Murda dem, never come again When the scandalous n***as set up Bloody n***a trues be on my level Eighty eight to ten five is the soldiers ghetto n***a don't take the wrong turn You will enter the hood, wig splitters will cover your dome At a cut where the thugs and hustlas roam Cleveland Browns Dogg Pound hoes, it's on [Bizzy Bone] Let's begin in the mix, of a Clair player You're liable to get your wigs split and dumped in a ditch b**h Cause them thugs, sendin' them slugs Leavin' em off in the cut in a puddle of blood say what Don't make me go in my trench n***a ya got me bent All f**ed up,your luck's up, now gotta get sent To your gravesite as John Doe for f**in wit those... [Gates] It's them thugs runnin' 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 n***a's snapback Split em Koolaid hats In ta the graveyard Pumped up betta get down Step on tha Clair ta tear around Chumps about to get struck Ya still don't want some b**h but what the muthaf** I want I want to wham you with a tec-9 Now b**h press yo luck [Chorus]