Shotz to Tha Double Glock Lyrics
| Song | Shotz to Tha Double Glock |
| Artist | Bone Thugs-N-Harmony |
| Album | E 1999 Eternal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bone, DJ U Neek ... | |
| Ooh killaOoh 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 you're a busta, ******s gone have fun witcha | |
| So ****** don't get me wrong, my ******s | |
| 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, what's up ****** get dropped | |
| Put 'em in the mud, pop and | |
| I can't stop now | |
| ******, that | |
| I thug wit kill | |
| Pop to tha chest how does it feel and ****** 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, ******, ****** don't test my hood | |
| A first degree murderin' wig splitta, grave digga | |
| Diggin' a ditch, puttin' a ****** | |
| And them snitches in the pit, so don't ****** with | |
| Them ******s off the 9, 9 | |
| The foundation of ******s committin' a crime is murderin' every time | |
| ****** 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 | |
| Pump, pump when | |
| I let my shell down | |
| Hit a nick nack, gimmee the goodies and ****** me dash | |
| Ya reach for the gauge and mash, yell out 187 and blast | |
| ****** don't test nuts your luck's ****** | |
| You feelin' up right for the bone yard, thuggin' off with the graveyard *******ft | |
| Then comin' up blow your whole card, ****** | |
| Scandalous ******s, 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 dark side | |
| Betta grab your pop, ******s be trippin' and flippin' | |
| As soon they get out, 187 you're caught in a murder | |
| ******s up to no good, uh oh, ****** no | |
| They never could ****** with a thug ho | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| 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 ****** '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 ******, betta check my label | |
| Murda dem, never come again when the scandalous ******s set up | |
| Bloody ****** trues be on my level | |
| Eighty eight and ten five is the soldiers ghetto | |
| ****** 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 ******' | |
| 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 | |
| ****** ya got me bent | |
| All ****** up, your luck's up, you gotta get sent | |
| To your gravesite as | |
| John Doe for ******' wit those | |
| It's them thugs runnin' a muck 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 ******'s neck back | |
| Puttin 'em | |
| Koolaid hats in ta the graveyard | |
| Pumped up betta get down, thugs'll be glad ta tear around | |
| Foe somebody gets ******, ya still don't want some ****** | |
| But what the mutha******, | |
| I wanna wham ya wit a | |
| Tec-9Now ****** press yo luck | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock |
| zuo ci : Bone, DJ U Neek ... | |
| Ooh killaOoh 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 you' re a busta, s gone have fun witcha | |
| So don' t get me wrong, my s | |
| 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, what' s up get dropped | |
| Put ' em in the mud, pop and | |
| I can' t stop now | |
| , that | |
| I thug wit kill | |
| Pop to tha chest how does it feel and 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, , don' t test my hood | |
| A first degree murderin' wig splitta, grave digga | |
| Diggin' a ditch, puttin' a | |
| And them snitches in the pit, so don' t with | |
| Them s off the 9, 9 | |
| The foundation of s committin' a crime is murderin' every time | |
| 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 | |
| Pump, pump when | |
| I let my shell down | |
| Hit a nick nack, gimmee the goodies and me dash | |
| Ya reach for the gauge and mash, yell out 187 and blast | |
| don' t test nuts your luck' s | |
| You feelin' up right for the bone yard, thuggin' off with the graveyard ft | |
| Then comin' up blow your whole card, | |
| Scandalous s, 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 dark side | |
| Betta grab your pop, s be trippin' and flippin' | |
| As soon they get out, 187 you' re caught in a murder | |
| s up to no good, uh oh, no | |
| They never could with a thug ho | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| 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 ' 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 sixfive 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 , betta check my label | |
| Murda dem, never come again when the scandalous s set up | |
| Bloody trues be on my level | |
| Eighty eight and ten five is the soldiers ghetto | |
| 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 ' | |
| 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 | |
| ya got me bent | |
| All up, your luck' s up, you gotta get sent | |
| To your gravesite as | |
| John Doe for ' wit those | |
| It' s them thugs runnin' a muck 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 ' s neck back | |
| Puttin ' em | |
| Koolaid hats in ta the graveyard | |
| Pumped up betta get down, thugs' ll be glad ta tear around | |
| Foe somebody gets , ya still don' t want some | |
| But what the mutha, | |
| I wanna wham ya wit a | |
| Tec9Now press yo luck | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock |
| zuò cí : Bone, DJ U Neek ... | |
| Ooh killaOoh 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 you' re a busta, s gone have fun witcha | |
| So don' t get me wrong, my s | |
| 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, what' s up get dropped | |
| Put ' em in the mud, pop and | |
| I can' t stop now | |
| , that | |
| I thug wit kill | |
| Pop to tha chest how does it feel and 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, , don' t test my hood | |
| A first degree murderin' wig splitta, grave digga | |
| Diggin' a ditch, puttin' a | |
| And them snitches in the pit, so don' t with | |
| Them s off the 9, 9 | |
| The foundation of s committin' a crime is murderin' every time | |
| 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 | |
| Pump, pump when | |
| I let my shell down | |
| Hit a nick nack, gimmee the goodies and me dash | |
| Ya reach for the gauge and mash, yell out 187 and blast | |
| don' t test nuts your luck' s | |
| You feelin' up right for the bone yard, thuggin' off with the graveyard ft | |
| Then comin' up blow your whole card, | |
| Scandalous s, 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 dark side | |
| Betta grab your pop, s be trippin' and flippin' | |
| As soon they get out, 187 you' re caught in a murder | |
| s up to no good, uh oh, no | |
| They never could with a thug ho | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| 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 ' 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 sixfive 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 , betta check my label | |
| Murda dem, never come again when the scandalous s set up | |
| Bloody trues be on my level | |
| Eighty eight and ten five is the soldiers ghetto | |
| 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 ' | |
| 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 | |
| ya got me bent | |
| All up, your luck' s up, you gotta get sent | |
| To your gravesite as | |
| John Doe for ' wit those | |
| It' s them thugs runnin' a muck 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 ' s neck back | |
| Puttin ' em | |
| Koolaid hats in ta the graveyard | |
| Pumped up betta get down, thugs' ll be glad ta tear around | |
| Foe somebody gets , ya still don' t want some | |
| But what the mutha, | |
| I wanna wham ya wit a | |
| Tec9Now press yo luck | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock | |
| Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock |
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