Bone Thugs-n-harmony Shots 2 Da Double Glock Lyrics

Shots 2 Da Double Glock Lyrics

Ooooooooooooo....killa(x2)



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



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



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 [x4]



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 [x16]