| Give it to em, bring your gun
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| Give it to em, bring your gun
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| Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
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| … to death, death, death
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| Fuck with the niggas with the guns and you might get shot, get shot
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| Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
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| … to death, death death
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| You could be the first to feel the heat
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| To see how much we got, we got
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| I still be the thuggish ruggish nigga
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| Dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, and boots
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| Still don’t give a fuck about the law
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| Still run with a pump in my car
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| And fuck who you are
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| You’re fucking with a couple of niggas that’s really insane
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| I’m talking loco, crazy as hell
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| It ain’t just a name
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| It’s the game
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| And we done loosened up a couple strings
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| And shook a couple of screws loose in my brain
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| Besides that, ain’t nothin' changed
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| Look at me now I’m still a thug
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| Nigga I still smoke bud
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| You know I still represent St. Clair wig split shit, nigga what?
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| This is Bone Thugs niggas
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| Thinkin I told you but we put it down like that
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| And whoever we got to fuck up to prove that we do it
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| And keep on movin, guess who’s back up in the house?
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| Original Cleveland Criminals
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| Niggas just send em subliminal messages like «murda, mo murder murder»
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| Never forgot where we come from
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| Watch how you move your tongue
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| Cause I got niggas that’s ready to jump off in your ass
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| And smash and crash
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| Protect my niggas for combat
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| Leathaface at ya and on your ass like I was a heat seeker
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| Quickly the reaper peep you
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| Sweep you off your feet in Cleveland
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| I be the smoothest little nigga you can meet me
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| But nigga you fuck with me then I’m a fuck with you
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| Introduce you to this heat
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| I sweep the street
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| When I draw down, let me hear you say «fuck the law now»
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| Rawest niggas in the town
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| Ready to thug and go down
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| Go pound for pound, nigga that’s the motto
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| Let me see you throw them things and if it’s real
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| Nigga keep it real
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| Show me your game
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| I’m sure gonna claim
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| What the fuck is mine
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| My nigga I’ll take it
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| Grab a player hater by the neck, choke him out and try to break it
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| Gimme your money, drop them keys
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| It’s a jack move bitch
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| And since you haters ain’t got no business
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| That’s how we attack your shit
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| Nigga we’ll smack your bitch in the middle of the Grammy
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| And the media might ban me
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| Nigga this Mo Thug Family is for real
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| Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
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| … to death, death, death
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| Fuck with the niggas with the guns and you might get shot, get shot
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| Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
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| … to death, death death
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| You could be the first to feel the heat
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| To see how much we got, we got
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| Pull it up, sit up, get up and count up your money
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| Before it all gets spent up
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| And you wanna get rid of
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| A hood bitch with game
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| And every bitch said I’m a good bitch
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| Fuckin with the wood grain
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| Everybody still playin that hood game quiet
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| Especially when it’s tired
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| My environment ain’t nothin but niggas dieing
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| In them chemical fed injections in Jasper Texas
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| Split up these niggas off in different sections
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| Don’t hate my message
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| Destiny led to mimic
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| Chastity for my daughter
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| Wad up a niggas sherm
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| And come listen to the sermon
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| Swervin in my Surburban, lick it up with the bottle
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| But everybody know I got some problems
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| Had dreams of the Apollo
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| The fiends had faith in me, suckas wouldn’t run
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| A nigga not insane
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| Niggas still with me
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| Bone, somehow they turn up
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| Run up and get your sign
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| Run blindly, elevate through time
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| Nowhere to hide
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| Our dawgs finna haul off lead
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| Sawed-off head
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| Nigga you drippin soakin with bloodly body be beggin me
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| You know what you should’ve capped like 2 pac with a Glock
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| They’re deadly, better not upset my thug mentality sucker
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| You know you done fucked up
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| Don’t you niggas?
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| Runnin up blastin gas craters
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| What the fuck you thought you saw with your head in the sky?
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| Could it be a bird or maybe it’s even a plane
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| For the untamed
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| Insane human only the Fifth Dawg
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| Fuck you thought mutherfuck fame
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| For the fact the shit is a phat game
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| Going remain number one in the Land
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| Flesh, strangle the gang
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| Bang bang!
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| Bang!
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| I dropped five guards in the name of the Lord I say
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| Now how many times will I have to slay today? |
| Will I raise my guage?
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| Oh God!
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| How will I teach yaa, but it’s these tactics that he daily practice
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| They gonna let you
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| Don’t have it?
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| Have it, runnin up you sons of bastards
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| Blast it, we sons of assassins
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| Match it, collecting more cash
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| That’s true, you’re feeling that
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| Niggas said all my babies get a million
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| Struggle with a villian
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| Hit 'em
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| With a venomous blow!
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| I call on my mighty archang-el
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| Gonna surround my soul but go with the calico yo'
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| We the tightest you know Mo, the Mighty
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| Yes trues humbly united
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| My family never divided
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| Desperado, Thug Line, Mo Thug, Millennium, Seventh Sign
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| For the FBI you wanna come test my enterprise?
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| Bitch you better go think twice
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| And open up your mutherfucking eyes
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| These niggas can’t fuck with the fifth dawg finna parlay
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| Everyday stormin your way
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| You better lay low
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| So you might just duck when I buck guage
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| Can’t you see my niggas having a ball all day
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| Since we having a ball all day
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| Motherfuckers player hate
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| Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
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| … to death, death, death
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| Fuck with the niggas with the guns and you might get shot, get shot
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| Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
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| … to death, death death
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| You could be the first to feel the heat
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| To see how much we got, we got |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 2 Glocks , by - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Song from the album BTNHRESURRECTION, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп