Shotz To Tha Double Glock Lyrics - E. 1999 Eternal - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Ooooooooooooo... killa 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 niggas gone have fun witcha 

So nigga don't get me wrong, my niggas 

Swang them thangs, bang some brains 

Slangin' yayo, it all remains the same 

Step and you'll catch some buck shots 

Murder one on the Clair my glock glock 

Mo thugs whats up nigga get dropped 

Put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop now 

Nigga that I thug wit' kill 

Pop to tha chest how does it feel 

And nigga we peel caps 

Pap, fit 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 

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A first degree murderin' wig splitta, grave digga 

Diggin' a ditch, puttin' a bitch 

And them snitches in the pit, so don't fuck with 

Them niggas off the 9 9 

The foundation of niggas commitin' a crime is murderin' every time 

Nigga 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 

Tryin' to blood some souls, with that nine shot 

Givin' props to the double glock 

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Pump pump when I let my shell down 

Hit a nick nack gimmee the goodies and nigga me dash 

Ya reach for the gauge and mash 

Yell out 187 and blast 

Nigga don't test nuts your luck's fucked 

You feelin' up right for the bone yard 

Thuggin' off with the graveyard shift 

Then comin' up blow your whole card, bitch 

Scandalous niggas, dwellin' the Clair be servin' them chop chop's 

We rippin' them guts with buck shotz, pop pop 

You better be ready for this thug style 

Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Flesh with them wicked now 

We straight up the glock glock 

Well don't get your wig's split now 

East 99 follow me down the strip as we trip to the darkside 

Betta grab your pop, niggas be 

Trippin' and flippin' as soon they get out 

187 you're caught in a murder 

Niggas up to no good 

Uh oh, fuck no 

They never could fuck with a thug ho 

Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock Nuthin but them killas, straight up thuggas 

Rippin bucks up bloody clothes 

Gaugin' bloody watch this nickle trippin' shot and fuck 'em down 

Buckin' them coppas down 

Round after round after round 

Bloody bodies badges spread out on the ground 

Ain't no sound, just them demons screamin' rest in peace 

I guess you got ta suffer 

Ready to pip hollow point tip, got your wig split 

They made your body 

Once you 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 

Thuggin through my thuggish ass 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 

But one to the suckas head and two up in his body 

Now peep my creep I eat the reefer smoke all up inside me 

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 bitch betta check my label 

Murda dem, never come again 

When the scandalous niggas set up 

Bloody nigga trues be on my level 

Eighty eight and ten five is the soldiers ghetto 

Nigga don't take the wrong turn 

or you will enter the hood and were spittin 

so cover your dome 

At a cut where the thugs and hustlas roam 

Cleveland Browns 

Dogg Pound hoes, it's on 

Let's begin in the mix, of a Clair player 

You're liable to get your wigs split and dumped in a ditch bitch 

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 

Nigga ya got me bent 

All fucked up, your luck's up, you gotta get sent 

To your gravesite as John Doe for fuckin wit those... 

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 nigga's neck back 

puttin em Koolaid hats 

In ta the graveyard 

Pumped up betta get down 

Thugs'll be glad ta tear around 

Foe sombody gets fucked 

Ya still don't want some bitch but what the muthafuck I wanna 

Wham ya wit a tec-9 

Now bitch press yo luck 

Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock