Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - 2 Glocks lyrics

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Give it to em, bring your gun
 Give it to em, bring your gun

 Krayzie Bone:
 Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
 ... to death, death, death
 Fuck with the niggas with the guns and you might get shot, get shot
 Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
 ... to death, death death
 You could be the first to feel the heat
 to see how much we got, we got

 I still be the thuggish ruggish nigga
 Dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, and boots
 Still don't give a fuck about the law
 Still run with a pump in my car
 And fuck who you are
 You're fucking with a couple of niggas that's really insane
 I'm talking loco, crazy as hell
 It ain't just a name
 It's the game
 And we done loosened up a couple strings
 And shook a couple of screws loose in my brain
 Besides that, ain't nothin' changed
 Look at me now I'm still a thug
 Nigga I still smoke bud
 You know I still represent St. Clair wig split shit, nigga what?
 This is Bone Thugs niggas
 Thinkin I told you but we put it down like that
 And whoever 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 murder murder"
 Never forgot where we come from
 Watch how you move your tongue
 Cause I got niggas that's ready to jump off in your ass
 And smash and crash
 Protect my niggas for combat
 Leathaface at ya and on your ass like I was a heat seeker
 Quickly the reaper peep you
 Sweep you off your feet in Cleveland

 Layzie Bone:
 I be the smoothest little nigga you can meet me
 But nigga you fuck with me then I'm a fuck with you
 Introduce you to this heat
 I sweep the street
 When I draw down, let me hear you say "fuck the law now"
 Rawest niggas in the town
 Ready to thug and go down
 Go pound for pound, nigga that's the motto
 Let me see you throw them things and if it's real
 Nigga keep it real
 Show me your game
 I'm sure gonna claim
 What the fuck is mine
 My nigga I'll take it
 Grab a player hater by the neck, choke him out and try to break it
 Gimme your money, drop them keys
 It's a jack move bitch
 And since you haters ain't got no business
 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


 Bizzy Bone:
 Pull it up, sit up, get up and count up your money
 Before it all gets spent up
 And you wanna get rid of
 A hood bitch with game
 And every bitch said I'm a good bitch
 Fuckin with the wood grain
 Everybody still playin that hood game quiet
 Especially when it's tired
 My environment ain't nothin but niggas dieing
 In them chemical fed injections in Jasper Texas
 Split up these niggas off in different sections
 Don't hate my message
 Destiny led to mimic
 Chastity for my daughter
 Wad up a niggas sherm
 And come listen to the sermon
 Swervin in my Surburban, lick it up with the bottle
 But everybody know I got some problems
 Had dreams of the Apollo
 The fiends had faith in me, suckas wouldn't run
 A nigga not insane
 Niggas still with me
 Bone, somehow they turn up
 Run up and get your sign
 Run blindly, elevate through time
 Nowhere to hide

 Our dawgs finna haul off lead
 Sawed-off head
 Nigga you drippin soakin with bloodly body be beggin me
 You know what you should've capped like 2 pac with a glock
 They're deadly, better not upset my thug mentality sucker
 You know you done fucked up
 Don't you niggas?
 Runnin up blastin gas craters
 What the fuck you thought you saw with your head in the sky?
 Could it be a bird or maybe it's even a plane
 For the untamed
 Insane human only the Fifth Dawg
 Fuck you thought mutherfuck fame
 For the fact the shit is a phat game
 Going remain number one in the Land
 Flesh, strangle the gang
 Bang bang!
 I dropped five guards in the name of the Lord I say
 Now how many times will I have to slay today?
 Will I raise my guage?
 Oh God!
 How will I teach yaa, but it's these tactics that he daily practice
 They gonna let you
 Don't have it?
 Have it, runnin up you sons of bastards
 Blast it, we sons of assassins
 Match it, collecting more cash
 That's true, you're feeling that
 Niggas said all my babies get a million
 Struggle with a villian
 Hit 'em
 With a venomous blow!
 I call on my mighty archang-el
 Gonna surround my soul but go with the calico yo'
 We the tightest you know Mo, the Mighty
 Yes trues humbly united
 My family never divided
 Desperado, Thug Line, Mo Thug, Millennium, Seventh Sign
 For the FBI you wanna come test my enterprise?
 Bitch you better go think twice
 And open up your mutherfucking 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 guage
 Can't you see my niggas having a ball all day
 Since we having a ball all day
 Motherfuckers player hate

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Publisher: Ruthless Records


Released in: 2000

Language: English

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