2 Glocks Lyrics - Btnhresurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Give it to em, bring your gun 

Give it to em, bring your gun 

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 

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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 

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I be the smoothest little nigga you can meet me 

But nigga you fuck with me then I'm a fuck with you 

duce 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 

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 

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