2 Glocks Songtext

von Bone Thugs N Harmony

2 Glocks
Bizzy, Krayzie, Layzie, and Flesh
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Krayzie C'mon in, c'mon in, what time is it? {lights up}

-Refrain-
Get your gun, get your gun, did you kill 'em all
(Fuck with the niggas with the guns and you might get shot, get shot)
(You coud be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got, we got)
(Fuck with the niggas with the guns and you might get shot, get shot)
(You coud be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got, we got)

Krayzie
I still be that thuggish ruggish that nigga, dressed in black khakis, fatigues N' boots/ Still don't give a
Fuck 'bout the law/ Still roll with the pump N' my car N' fuck who you are/ You fuckin' with a couple
Of niggas that's really insane, I'm talkin' loco; crazy as hell/ It ain't just a name it's a game
We done loosened up a couple of strings/ And shook a couple of screws loose in my brain
But 'sides that, man, ain't nothin' changed/ Look at me nigga I'm still a thug nigga, I still smoke bud
Y'know I still represent that St. Claire wig split shit/ Nigga, what? This is Bone Thug niggas
Thinkin' I told you that we put it down like that/ Y'know who we got to fuck up to prove
That we do it? and keep on movin'/ Guess who's back up in the house? Original Cleveland
Criminals niggas just send 'em subliminal messages like "murda mo' murda murda"
Never forgot where we come from, watch if you move with your tongue cuz I got niggas that's ready
Jump off on your ass N' smash (crash) Protect my niggas for combat, Leatherface at you
N' on your ass like I was a heatseeker, creeper (that's right) The Reaper quickly sweep you off your feet in Cleveland

Layzie
I be the coolest lil' nigga you can meet me, but nigga, if you fuck with me I'm a fuck with
You; introduce you to this heat/ I sweep the streets when I draw down let me hear you say
"Fuck the law down" all rawest niggas in the town, ready to dodge and go down
Go pound for pound nigga, that's our motto/ Let me see you throw them thangs and if it's real
Nigga, keep real; show me your game we sure gon' claim/ Where the fuck is mine? My nigga
I take it/ Grab a playa hater by the neck choke him out and try to break him/ Gimme your money
Drop them keys; It's a jack move bitch/ And since you haters ain't got no bizness that's how
We attack your shit/ Nigga, we'll smack your bitch in the middle of the Grammy and the media
Might ban me nigga, this Mo! Thug Family is for real

-Refrain-

Bizzy
Lit up, sit up, get up and count your money 'fore we all get it spent up and you wanna get
Rid of a good bitch, good dame/ And every bitch said "I'm a good bitch" fuckin' with my wood grain
Everybody's playin' that good dame; quiet fuckin' with the chronic/ My environment ain't nothin'
But niggas dyin'/ In them chemical fed injections in Jasper, Texas/ Split up these niggas
Off in different sections/ Dont hate my message/ Destiny led to mimic/ Chastity for my daughter
Caught up N niggas yearnin'/ 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 Apollo; The fiends had
Faith in me/ Suckers, you found a nigga not the same, still with me (Bone) Sometimes it's
Sun up, run up N get your sign/ I'm finally gonna take some time off, man I need it

Flesh
All dogs in the haul of lead/ Sawed off head, nigga, you flip, just show everybody be beggin'
They know what should've coped like 2pac with a glock/ And damn heat for the night, I set my
Thug mentality sucker/ Y'know you done fucked up don't you? Niggas, runnin' up flashin' gas
Triggers/ What the fuck you thought you saw with your head in the sky? Could it be a bird, or
Maybe even a plane? For the untamed insane human; only the Fifth Dawg/ Fuck you all, mutherfuck
Fame/ For the fact, the shit is phat game gon' remain number one in the Land/ Flesh strangle
The gang Bang! Bang! Bang! I lost my dog in the name of the Lord I say "Now, how many times
Will I have to slay today?" But I raise my guage, oh God; Comin' to teach you but it's these
Tactics that his Daddy practice/ They gonna let you have it, have it runnin' up on you sons
Of bastards/ Blast it; We sons of assassins/ Match it, collectin' more cash, that's true
You feelin' that? Niggas said my babies get a million/ Hit 'em with the wicked, hit 'em with
The venomous blow/ I call on my almighty/ Ya'll can't flow, but I surround my soul/ But buck
It, to California/ We the tightest, you know the more the mighty/ Yes, trues humbly united my
Family never divided/ Desperado, Thugline, Mo! Thug/ Millenium 7th sign N for the FBI
You wanna come test my enterprise? Bitch you better go think twice N open your mutherfuckin' eyes
These niggas can't fuck with the Fifth Dawg/ Finna parlay/ Everyday stormin' your way
You better lay low/ So you might just duck when I buck this guage/ you see my niggas havin'
A ball all day, Since we havin' a ball all day mutherfuckers, playa hate

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