2 Glocks Lyrics
| Song | 2 Glocks |
| Artist | Bone Thugs-N-Harmony |
| Album | BTNHResurrection |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bone, Flesh-n-Bone, Thomas | |
| 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 | |
| ************* with the *************s 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 | |
| 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're ******g with a couple of *************s 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, ************* | |
| I still smoke bud | |
| You know I still represent | |
| St. Clair wig split *************t, ************* what? | |
| This is Bone | |
| Thugs *************s | |
| Thinkin' I told you 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 murder murder' | |
| 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 | |
| Leathaface at ya and on your ass like | |
| I was a heat seeker | |
| Quickly the reaper peep you, sweep you off your feet in | |
| ClevelandI be the smoothest little ************* you can meet me | |
| But ************* you ************* with me then | |
| I'm a ************* with you | |
| Introduce you to this heat, | |
| I sweep the street | |
| When I draw down, let me hear you 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 gonna 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 | |
| GrammyAnd the media might ban me, ************* this | |
| Mo Thug Family is for real | |
| Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all? | |
| To death, death, death | |
| ************* with the *************s 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 | |
| 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 ************* with game and every ************* said | |
| I'm a good ************* | |
| ******' with the wood grain | |
| Everybody still playin' that hood game quiet | |
| Especially when it's tired | |
| My environment ain't nothin' but *************s dieing | |
| 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 | |
| ShermAnd come listen to the sermon | |
| Swervin' in my | |
| Suburban, lick it up with the bottle | |
| But everybody know | |
| I got some problems | |
| Had dreams of the | |
| ApolloThe 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 | |
| Our dawgs finna haul off lead sawed-off head | |
| ************* you drippin' soakin' with bloody 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 ****** 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 | |
| Fifth Dawg | |
| ************* you thought mother****** fame | |
| For the fact the *************t is a phat game | |
| Going remain number one in the | |
| LandFlesh, 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 GodHow will | |
| I teach ya, 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 get a million | |
| Struggle with a villain, hit 'em with a venomous blow | |
| I call on my mighty | |
| ArchangelGonna 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 FB | |
| I you wanna come test my enterprise? | |
| ************* you better go think twice and open up your mother******g eyes | |
| These *************s can't ************* 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 *************s having a ball all day | |
| Since we having a ball all day, mother******s player hate | |
| Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all? | |
| To death, death, death | |
| ************* with the *************s 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 |
| zuo ci : Bone, FleshnBone, Thomas | |
| 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 | |
| with the s 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 | |
| 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' re g with a couple of s 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, | |
| I still smoke bud | |
| You know I still represent | |
| St. Clair wig split t, what? | |
| This is Bone | |
| Thugs s | |
| Thinkin' I told you 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 murder murder' | |
| 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 | |
| Leathaface at ya and on your ass like | |
| I was a heat seeker | |
| Quickly the reaper peep you, sweep you off your feet in | |
| ClevelandI be the smoothest little you can meet me | |
| But you with me then | |
| I' m a with you | |
| Introduce you to this heat, | |
| I sweep the street | |
| When I draw down, let me hear you 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 gonna 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 | |
| GrammyAnd the media might ban me, this | |
| Mo Thug Family is for real | |
| Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill ' em all? | |
| To death, death, death | |
| with the s 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 | |
| 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 with game and every said | |
| I' m a good | |
| ' with the wood grain | |
| Everybody still playin' that hood game quiet | |
| Especially when it' s tired | |
| My environment ain' t nothin' but s dieing | |
| 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 | |
| ShermAnd come listen to the sermon | |
| Swervin' in my | |
| Suburban, lick it up with the bottle | |
| But everybody know | |
| I got some problems | |
| Had dreams of the | |
| ApolloThe 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 | |
| Our dawgs finna haul off lead sawedoff head | |
| you drippin' soakin' with bloody 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 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 | |
| Fifth Dawg | |
| you thought mother fame | |
| For the fact the t is a phat game | |
| Going remain number one in the | |
| LandFlesh, 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 GodHow will | |
| I teach ya, 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 get a million | |
| Struggle with a villain, hit ' em with a venomous blow | |
| I call on my mighty | |
| ArchangelGonna 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 FB | |
| I you wanna come test my enterprise? | |
| you better go think twice and open up your mother g eyes | |
| These s can' t 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 s having a ball all day | |
| Since we having a ball all day, mother s player hate | |
| Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill ' em all? | |
| To death, death, death | |
| with the s 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 |
| zuò cí : Bone, FleshnBone, Thomas | |
| 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 | |
| with the s 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 | |
| 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' re g with a couple of s 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, | |
| I still smoke bud | |
| You know I still represent | |
| St. Clair wig split t, what? | |
| This is Bone | |
| Thugs s | |
| Thinkin' I told you 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 murder murder' | |
| 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 | |
| Leathaface at ya and on your ass like | |
| I was a heat seeker | |
| Quickly the reaper peep you, sweep you off your feet in | |
| ClevelandI be the smoothest little you can meet me | |
| But you with me then | |
| I' m a with you | |
| Introduce you to this heat, | |
| I sweep the street | |
| When I draw down, let me hear you 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 gonna 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 | |
| GrammyAnd the media might ban me, this | |
| Mo Thug Family is for real | |
| Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill ' em all? | |
| To death, death, death | |
| with the s 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 | |
| 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 with game and every said | |
| I' m a good | |
| ' with the wood grain | |
| Everybody still playin' that hood game quiet | |
| Especially when it' s tired | |
| My environment ain' t nothin' but s dieing | |
| 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 | |
| ShermAnd come listen to the sermon | |
| Swervin' in my | |
| Suburban, lick it up with the bottle | |
| But everybody know | |
| I got some problems | |
| Had dreams of the | |
| ApolloThe 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 | |
| Our dawgs finna haul off lead sawedoff head | |
| you drippin' soakin' with bloody 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 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 | |
| Fifth Dawg | |
| you thought mother fame | |
| For the fact the t is a phat game | |
| Going remain number one in the | |
| LandFlesh, 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 GodHow will | |
| I teach ya, 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 get a million | |
| Struggle with a villain, hit ' em with a venomous blow | |
| I call on my mighty | |
| ArchangelGonna 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 FB | |
| I you wanna come test my enterprise? | |
| you better go think twice and open up your mother g eyes | |
| These s can' t 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 s having a ball all day | |
| Since we having a ball all day, mother s player hate | |
| Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill ' em all? | |
| To death, death, death | |
| with the s 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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