Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Automatic Glock, artist - Bizzy Bone. Album song Back with the Thugz, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.07.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hi Power
Song language: English
Automatic Glock |
You better get yours, cuz i’mma get mine |
With an automatic glock that’ll bust em' like 9 and 10 times |
My (???) but we are gentlemen huh |
Gimme my freestyle and pop that instrumental in |
With a bounty on my head, and the county holdin' my mind |
Angels grippin' my spine, dear lord, these are scandalous times |
We livin' in revelations, nation against nation |
Blood in the hood on the boat like Haitians |
Me and little brother, we are runnin' for salvation |
Everyday, comin' and facing temptation |
Casin' joints, with the base and the point, the place with a dutch |
Little joy, little souljah boy, you better keep your boys with no noise, |
no voice, and (???) no choice |
Runnin, we stop, you better watch the cops, you better get off the block |
You mean to tell me that motherfuckers is still sellin' rocks? |
And they mob with the glock, and they not (???) |
Who do you think you are? |
Dead in the heart |
Dead man walking, man don’t even start |
A tear for the above, but we thuggin' in the heart (???) with a sawed off |
shotgun, let it spark, on the multitude, is that all you got? |
Trying to shock the dude, and give him all he got |
(???) in the heart |
And laugh at him fast like (???) and the ark |
Rubbin' the eye, you better hold that stash |
Weeded out, and baby, even now |
A poor child in the hood, no hood, no doubt, no wood, no mort, no dream, |
no style |
Ambulances, coroners, and some that never know no doors |
Brain cartiledge up on that floor, it’s one friend, let me tell you one more |
I say we (???) |
Me runnin' from the popo, lost souls (???) |
(???)This battle shield, spent check (???) a new millenium (???) |
(???) Spit out your ass and y’all can breathe, we can leave |
(???) That’s my (???), Never forget where we from, my parents was smoking weed |
I piss on the tree (???) gun |
After the rain the sun come (???) on my tongue like it’s a gun in my mouth |
They said, my body (???) |