Glocks Lyrics
| Song | Glocks |
| Artist | Bone Thugs-N-Harmony |
| Album | The collection Vol. 2 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Bone thugs~n~harmony | |
| Btnhresurrection | |
| Krayzie | |
| (panic time, bring your gun) | |
| Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all＃ ****** with (fall to death, | |
| Death) the ******s with the guns and you might get shot (get shot). | |
| Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all＃ you could (fall to death, | |
| Death) be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got (we got) [*2] | |
| I still be the thuggish ruggish, ******. dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, | |
| And boots. still don't give a ****** about the law. still run with a pump in my | |
| Car and ****** who you are! you ******' with a couple of ******s that's really | |
| Insane. i'm talkin' loco, krayzie as hell◇it ain't just a name◇it's the game. | |
| We done loosened up a couple strings and shook a couple of screws loose in my | |
| Brain. besides that, man ain't nothin' changed. look at me now, i'm still a | |
| Thug, ****** i still smoke bud. (you know) you know i still represent st. clair | |
| Wig-split, *******t, ****** what? this is bone thug. ******s thinkin' i told ya but | |
| We put it down like that. and whoever we got to ****** up to prove that we do it, | |
| And keep on movin'. guess who's back up in the house? original cleveland | |
| Criminals ******s just send 'em subliminal messages like "murda, mo murda | |
| Murda!" never forgot where we come from. watch how you move your tongue. cause | |
| I got ******s that's ready to jump off in your ass and smash and crash. protect | |
| My ******s for | |
| Combat, leather face at 'cha and on your ass like i was a heat-seeker, quickly | |
| The reaper peep you, sweep you off your feet in cleveland. | |
| Layzie | |
| I be the smoothest lil' ******, you can meet me (me). but ******, you ****** with | |
| Me, then i'ma ****** with you. introduce you to this heat. i sweep the street. | |
| When i draw down, let me hear ya say "****** the law!" now. rawest ******s in the | |
| Town, ready to thug and go down. "go pound for pound," ****** that's the motto. | |
| Let me see you throw them things and if it's real, ******, keep it real. show me | |
| Your game. i'm sure gon' claim what the ****** is mine, my ****** 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 ******! and since you haters ain't got | |
| No business that's how we attack your *******t. ****** we'll smack your ****** in the | |
| Middle of the grammy. and the media might ban me. ****** this mo thug family is | |
| For real. | |
| Krayzie | |
| Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all＃ ****** with (fall to death, | |
| Death) the ******s with the guns and you might get shot (get shot). | |
| Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all＃ you could (fall to death, | |
| Death) be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got (we got) [*2] | |
| Bizzy | |
| Pull it up, sit up, get up and count up your money. 'fore it all gets spent up. | |
| And you wanna get rid of a hood ****** with game. and every ****** said i'm a | |
| Good ****** ******' with my wood grain. everybody still playin' that hood game | |
| Quiet. (quiet, quiet, quiet) especially when it's tired. my environment ain't | |
| Nothin' but ******s dyin' in them chemical-fed injections in jasper, texas. | |
| Split up these ******s off in different sections. don't hate my message. destiny | |
| Led to mimic, chastity for my daughter. wad up a ******'s 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 ****** not insane. ******s still with | |
| Me◇bone. somehow they turn up. run up and get your sign. run blindly, elevate | |
| Through time, nowhere to hide. | |
| Flesh | |
| Our dawgs finna haul off lead, sawed-off head. ******, you drippin', soakin' | |
| With bloodly body be beggin' me. you know what you should've capped like 2pac | |
| With a glock. they're deadly. better not upset my thug mentality, sucka. you | |
| Know you done ****** up, don't you ******s? runnin' up blastin' gas craters. | |
| What the ****** 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 5th | |
| Dawg. ****** you thought, mutha****** fame, for the fact the *******t is a phat game | |
| Goin' 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 'cha, 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, ******s said all my | |
| Babies ge | |
| T a million. struggle with a villian, hit ＆em with a venomous blow! i call on | |
| My mighty archangel. 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, 7th sign. for the fbi, you | |
| Wanna come test my enterprise? ******, you better go think twice, and open up | |
| Your mutha******' eyes! these ******s can't ****** with the 5th 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 ******s having a ball all day. since we | |
| Havin' a ball all day, mutha******as player hate! | |
| Krayzie | |
| Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all＃ ****** with (fall to death, | |
| Death) the ******s with the guns and you might get shot (get shot). | |
| Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all＃ you could (fall to death, | |
| Death) be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got (we got) [*4] |
| Bone thugs n harmony | |
| Btnhresurrection | |
| Krayzie | |
| panic time, bring your gun | |
| Get ' cha gun, get ' cha gun, did you kill ' em all with fall to death, | |
| Death the s with the guns and you might get shot get shot. | |
| Get ' cha gun, get ' cha gun, did you kill ' em all you could fall to death, | |
| Death be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got we got 2 | |
| I still be the thuggish ruggish, . dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, | |
| And boots. still don' t give a about the law. still run with a pump in my | |
| Car and who you are! you ' with a couple of s that' s really | |
| Insane. i' m talkin' loco, krayzie as hell it ain' t just a name it' s the game. | |
| We done loosened up a couple strings and shook a couple of screws loose in my | |
| Brain. besides that, man ain' t nothin' changed. look at me now, i' m still a | |
| Thug, i still smoke bud. you know you know i still represent st. clair | |
| Wigsplit, t, what? this is bone thug. s thinkin' i told ya but | |
| We put it down like that. and whoever we got to up to prove that we do it, | |
| And keep on movin'. guess who' s back up in the house? original cleveland | |
| Criminals s just send ' em subliminal messages like " murda, mo murda | |
| Murda!" never forgot where we come from. watch how you move your tongue. cause | |
| I got s that' s ready to jump off in your ass and smash and crash. protect | |
| My s for | |
| Combat, leather face at ' cha and on your ass like i was a heatseeker, quickly | |
| The reaper peep you, sweep you off your feet in cleveland. | |
| Layzie | |
| I be the smoothest lil' , you can meet me me. but , you with | |
| Me, then i' ma with you. introduce you to this heat. i sweep the street. | |
| When i draw down, let me hear ya say " the law!" now. rawest s in the | |
| Town, ready to thug and go down. " go pound for pound," that' s the motto. | |
| Let me see you throw them things and if it' s real, , keep it real. show me | |
| Your game. i' m sure gon' claim what the is mine, my i' ll take it. | |
| Grab a playerhater by the neck, choke him out and try to break it. gimme your | |
| Money, drop them keys, it' s a jackmove ! and since you haters ain' t got | |
| No business that' s how we attack your t. we' ll smack your in the | |
| Middle of the grammy. and the media might ban me. this mo thug family is | |
| For real. | |
| Krayzie | |
| Get ' cha gun, get ' cha gun, did you kill ' em all with fall to death, | |
| Death the s with the guns and you might get shot get shot. | |
| Get ' cha gun, get ' cha gun, did you kill ' em all you could fall to death, | |
| Death be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got we got 2 | |
| Bizzy | |
| Pull it up, sit up, get up and count up your money. ' fore it all gets spent up. | |
| And you wanna get rid of a hood with game. and every said i' m a | |
| Good ' with my wood grain. everybody still playin' that hood game | |
| Quiet. quiet, quiet, quiet especially when it' s tired. my environment ain' t | |
| Nothin' but s dyin' in them chemicalfed injections in jasper, texas. | |
| Split up these s off in different sections. don' t hate my message. destiny | |
| Led to mimic, chastity for my daughter. wad up a ' s 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 not insane. s still with | |
| Me bone. somehow they turn up. run up and get your sign. run blindly, elevate | |
| Through time, nowhere to hide. | |
| Flesh | |
| Our dawgs finna haul off lead, sawedoff head. , you drippin', soakin' | |
| With bloodly body be beggin' me. you know what you should' ve capped like 2pac | |
| With a glock. they' re deadly. better not upset my thug mentality, sucka. you | |
| Know you done up, don' t you s? runnin' up blastin' gas craters. | |
| What the 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 5th | |
| Dawg. you thought, mutha fame, for the fact the t is a phat game | |
| Goin' remain number one in the land. flesh, strangle the gang. bangbang, 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 ' cha, 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, s said all my | |
| Babies ge | |
| T a million. struggle with a villian, hit em with a venomous blow! i call on | |
| My mighty archangel. 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, 7th sign. for the fbi, you | |
| Wanna come test my enterprise? , you better go think twice, and open up | |
| Your mutha' eyes! these s can' t with the 5th 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 s having a ball all day. since we | |
| Havin' a ball all day, mutha as player hate! | |
| Krayzie | |
| Get ' cha gun, get ' cha gun, did you kill ' em all with fall to death, | |
| Death the s with the guns and you might get shot get shot. | |
| Get ' cha gun, get ' cha gun, did you kill ' em all you could fall to death, | |
| Death be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got we got 4 |
| Bone thugs n harmony | |
| Btnhresurrection | |
| Krayzie | |
| panic time, bring your gun | |
| Get ' cha gun, get ' cha gun, did you kill ' em all with fall to death, | |
| Death the s with the guns and you might get shot get shot. | |
| Get ' cha gun, get ' cha gun, did you kill ' em all you could fall to death, | |
| Death be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got we got 2 | |
| I still be the thuggish ruggish, . dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, | |
| And boots. still don' t give a about the law. still run with a pump in my | |
| Car and who you are! you ' with a couple of s that' s really | |
| Insane. i' m talkin' loco, krayzie as hell it ain' t just a name it' s the game. | |
| We done loosened up a couple strings and shook a couple of screws loose in my | |
| Brain. besides that, man ain' t nothin' changed. look at me now, i' m still a | |
| Thug, i still smoke bud. you know you know i still represent st. clair | |
| Wigsplit, t, what? this is bone thug. s thinkin' i told ya but | |
| We put it down like that. and whoever we got to up to prove that we do it, | |
| And keep on movin'. guess who' s back up in the house? original cleveland | |
| Criminals s just send ' em subliminal messages like " murda, mo murda | |
| Murda!" never forgot where we come from. watch how you move your tongue. cause | |
| I got s that' s ready to jump off in your ass and smash and crash. protect | |
| My s for | |
| Combat, leather face at ' cha and on your ass like i was a heatseeker, quickly | |
| The reaper peep you, sweep you off your feet in cleveland. | |
| Layzie | |
| I be the smoothest lil' , you can meet me me. but , you with | |
| Me, then i' ma with you. introduce you to this heat. i sweep the street. | |
| When i draw down, let me hear ya say " the law!" now. rawest s in the | |
| Town, ready to thug and go down. " go pound for pound," that' s the motto. | |
| Let me see you throw them things and if it' s real, , keep it real. show me | |
| Your game. i' m sure gon' claim what the is mine, my i' ll take it. | |
| Grab a playerhater by the neck, choke him out and try to break it. gimme your | |
| Money, drop them keys, it' s a jackmove ! and since you haters ain' t got | |
| No business that' s how we attack your t. we' ll smack your in the | |
| Middle of the grammy. and the media might ban me. this mo thug family is | |
| For real. | |
| Krayzie | |
| Get ' cha gun, get ' cha gun, did you kill ' em all with fall to death, | |
| Death the s with the guns and you might get shot get shot. | |
| Get ' cha gun, get ' cha gun, did you kill ' em all you could fall to death, | |
| Death be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got we got 2 | |
| Bizzy | |
| Pull it up, sit up, get up and count up your money. ' fore it all gets spent up. | |
| And you wanna get rid of a hood with game. and every said i' m a | |
| Good ' with my wood grain. everybody still playin' that hood game | |
| Quiet. quiet, quiet, quiet especially when it' s tired. my environment ain' t | |
| Nothin' but s dyin' in them chemicalfed injections in jasper, texas. | |
| Split up these s off in different sections. don' t hate my message. destiny | |
| Led to mimic, chastity for my daughter. wad up a ' s 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 not insane. s still with | |
| Me bone. somehow they turn up. run up and get your sign. run blindly, elevate | |
| Through time, nowhere to hide. | |
| Flesh | |
| Our dawgs finna haul off lead, sawedoff head. , you drippin', soakin' | |
| With bloodly body be beggin' me. you know what you should' ve capped like 2pac | |
| With a glock. they' re deadly. better not upset my thug mentality, sucka. you | |
| Know you done up, don' t you s? runnin' up blastin' gas craters. | |
| What the 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 5th | |
| Dawg. you thought, mutha fame, for the fact the t is a phat game | |
| Goin' remain number one in the land. flesh, strangle the gang. bangbang, 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 ' cha, 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, s said all my | |
| Babies ge | |
| T a million. struggle with a villian, hit em with a venomous blow! i call on | |
| My mighty archangel. 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, 7th sign. for the fbi, you | |
| Wanna come test my enterprise? , you better go think twice, and open up | |
| Your mutha' eyes! these s can' t with the 5th 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 s having a ball all day. since we | |
| Havin' a ball all day, mutha as player hate! | |
| Krayzie | |
| Get ' cha gun, get ' cha gun, did you kill ' em all with fall to death, | |
| Death the s with the guns and you might get shot get shot. | |
| Get ' cha gun, get ' cha gun, did you kill ' em all you could fall to death, | |
| Death be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got we got 4 |
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