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Shotz to Tha Double Glock

                         Bone Thugs ~N~ Harmony

                           Album: E. 1999 Eternal

                                  Track 17



If you're down to glide n 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 
So thugs whats up nigga get dropped Put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't
stop now Nigga that I fuck with killed Pop two slugs 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 I reach for the gauge and mash On that 187 at last 
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, [99 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 6 5 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, pump pump to your dome 

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 there 
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 
Run ta wham ya wit a tec-9 Now bitch press yo luck 

Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock [x16]




                                       




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