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Shotz To Tha Double Glock Lyrics

Artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Album: E. 1999 Eternal

All
[Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh--killa, killa]

Tony Tone
If you're down to glide and slide on the Clair, then let's ride. Tony Tone roll with Bone on the darkside, but when you come just bring your guns wit 'cha. If you're a busta niggas goin' have fun wit 'cha. So, nigga, don't get me wrong, my niggas swang them thangs, bang some brains, slangin' llello. It all remains the same.

Wish
Step and you're catchin' some buckshots. Murder one on the Clair, nine-glock-glock. Mo Thug, what's up? Nigga, get drunk, put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop now. Niggas that I thug with kill. Pop to the chest. How does it feel? And nigga we peel caps-pap! Fin' to get your wig cracked back. Killin', I'm buckin' 'em down. I wish you would try to get some redrum, bitch! Nigga, don't test my hood.

Tombstone
A first degree murderin' wig splitter, gravedigger diggin' a ditch. Puttin' a bitch and them snitches in the pit. So don't fuck with them niggas off the nine-nine. The foundation of niggas committin' the crime and murderin' every time. Niggas beware, 'cause here come the Clair mobbin' like some soldiers. Watch me fold you for actin' like somebody never told you. So off we go to the bloody road. Time to bless some souls with that nine shot, givin' props to the glock-glock.

Flesh
Pump-dump, when I let my shells down. Hit a lick, now gimme the goodies, and nigga me dash. I reach for the gauge and mash, yell out "one-eighty-seven" and blast. Nigga, don't test nuts. Your luck's fucked. Your feelin' the wrath of the Boneyard. Thuggin' off with the Graveyard Shift then comin' up for your ho card, bitch. Scandalous niggas dwell in the Clair, be servin' them chop-chops. We rippin' them guts with buckshots, pop-pop. Me give up shots out to the glock-glock.

Krayzie
You better believe that we runnin' this thug style. Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Flesh, Wish, them wicked now. We straight off the glock-glock. Run up, get your wig split now. East 99 follow me down to me street, buck, we thug on the darkside. Better have your pop, niggas be trippin' and flippin' as soon they get high. One-eighty-seven, you're caught in a murder. Niggas up to no good. Po-po. Fuck no! They never could fuck with a thug-ho.

All [Krayzie]
Pop-pop, [Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-killa.] givin' up shots to the double-glock, glock [*4]

Mo! Hart
Nothin' but them killas, straight up thuggas, rippin' bucks on bloody clothes. Thugs gaugin' pump eruptions, nigga trippin' shot and fuck 'em down, buckin' them coppers down, round after round after round. Bloody bodies, badges spreaded on the ground. Ain't no sound, just the demon screamin', "Rest in peace. I guess you got to suffer." Ready to dip, hollow point tip, got your wig split, and made your body rupture. 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.

All
Boogy Nikke on the mic, right.

Boogy Nikke
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 sucka's head and two up in his body. Now peep my creep. I keep the reefer smoke all up inside me.

Layzie
We jumpin' up off of the hood. We bailin'. We thugs and we lookin' like crooks. The terror be fatal. Ready to roll, now we willing and able. Rollin' with Ruthless-Bitch! Better check my label. Murdered them (them), never come again where the scandalous niggas settle. Bloody nigga, trues be on my level. Eighty through the ten-five is the soldiers' ghetto. Nigga, don't take the wrong turn--you will enter the hood, and we're splitters so cover your dome. Out the cut, where the thugs and hustlas roam. Cleveland Browns, the Dawg Pound home, it's on.

Bizzy
Never get in the mix of a Clair player--you're liable to get your wig 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, you got me bent, all fucked up. Your luck's up. Now y'all done get sent to your gravesite as John Doe for fuckin' with those...

Gates
It's them thugs runnin' amuck all night, but a slug up in you. The dummy thought we'd never divide, go nationwide with the buck-buck. So where you at? Where you at? I'm strapped and ready to snap and yank a nigga's neck back. Split a Kool-Aid hat. Into the graveyard, but prepare to get drugged up on the Clair to tear a round 'fore somebody gets struck. You still won't want some bitch, and what the muthafuck I want? I want to wham you with a Tec-9. Now bitch, press your luck!

All [Krayzie]
Pop-pop, [Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-killa.] givin' up shots to the double-glock, glock [*16]
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