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2 Glocks

Bone Thugs N Harmony29 Nov 2000

2 Glocks Lyrics

2 Glocks (Djuneek Remix) - Bone Thugs N Harmony

 

Get'cha gun get'cha gun

Did ya kill em off off f**k with the niggas with the

Guns and ya might get shot get shot

Get'cha gun get'cha gun

Did ya kill em off off you could be the first to feel

The heat to see how much we got we got we got

Get'cha gun get'cha gun

Did ya kill em off off f**k with the niggas with the

Guns and ya might get shot get shot

Get'cha gun get'cha gun

Did ya kill em off off you could be the first to feel

The heat to see how much we got we got we got

I still be a thuggish ruggish ni**a

Dressed in all black khakis fatigues and

Boots still don't give a f**k about the

Law still roll with the pump in my car

And f**k who you are you f**kin

With a couple of niggas that's really insane

I'm talkin loco krayzie as hell it ain't

Just a name it's the game we done

Loosened up a couple strings and

Shook a couple of screws loose in my brain

Besides that man ain't nothin changed

Look at me ni**a i'm still a thug ni**a i

Still smoke bud you know i still represent st

Clair wig split sh*t ni**a what

This them bone thug niggas thinkin

I told ya but we put it down like that

Whoever we got to f**k up to prove

It we do it and keep on movin guess who's

Back up in the house original cleveland

Criminals ni**a just send em subliminal

Messages like murda mo murda murda

Never forgot where we come from watch how

You move your tongue cause i got niggas

That's ready to jump off in your a**

And smash it protect my niggas for combat

Leatherface at you and on your a**

Like i was a heat seaker creepin the reeper

Quickly sweep you off your feet in

Cleveland

I be the coolest little ni**a you can meet

Meet meet but ni**a you f**k with me

Then i'm a f**k with you introduce you to

This heat i sweep the streets when i

Draw down let me hear you say f**k the

Law now rawest niggas in the town ready

Thug and go down go pound for pound

Ni**a that's the motto let me see you throw

Them thangs and if it's real ni**a keep it

Real show me your game i'm sure gon

Claim what the f**k is mine my ni**a i'll

Take it grab a playa hater by the

Neck choke him out and try to break it

Gimme your money drop them keys it's a

Jack move b**ch and since you haters ain't

Got no business that's how we attack

Your sh*t ni**a we'll smack your b**ch in

The middle of the grammy and the

Media might ban me ni**a

This mo thug family is for real

Get'cha gun get'cha gun did ya kill em

Off off f**k with the niggas with the

Guns and ya might get shot get shot

Get'cha gun get'cha gun did ya kill em

Off off you could be the first to feel

The heat to see how much we got we got we got

Get'cha gun get'cha gun

Did ya kill em off off f**k with the niggas with the

Guns and ya might get shot get shot

 

Get'cha gun get'cha gun

Did ya kill em off off you could be the first to feel

The heat to see how much we got we got we got

 

Lit up sit up get up and count your money

'Fore it all get spent up and you

Wanna get rid of a good b**ch good game

And every b**ch said i'm a good b**ch

F**kin with my wood grain everybody's still

Playin that hood game quiet

Especially when it's haunted my environment

Ain't nothin niggas dyin' in the

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

Water for 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 suckas

Would keep runnin' givin' up the same

Niggas still with me bone sometimes it's

Gun up run up and get your kind run

Blindly elevate through time nowhere to hide

Our dogs fin to haul off lead sawed off

Head ni**a you drippin soakin red

Bloody body be beggin me know what

Should've cocked like 2pac with a glock

We're deadly better not upset my thug

Mentality sucker you know you done f**ked

Up don't you niggas runnin up blastin

Big a** triggers what the f**k you

Thought you saw with your head in the

Sky could it be a bird or maybe it's even

A plane but an untame insane human

Only the fifth dawg f**k you thought

Muthaf**k fame but the fact this sh*t is

The fact game gon' remain number one

In the land flesh crept and he came

Brang bang bang i drops my doggs in the

Name of the lord now say how many times

Will i have to slay today when i raise

My gauge oh god how i'm gonna teach ya

But it's these tactics that he daily

Practice you wanna test you don't

Have it have it runnin up you sons of

Bastards blast it we sons of assasin

Mashin' collectin more cash that's true

And i'm gunnin the niggas said all my

Babies get a million strikin' with a

Wicked hit em with a venomous blow

I call all my mighty y'all can joke gonna

Surround my soul but go with the calico

Yo we the tightest you know mo the

Mighty yeah trues humbly united my

Family never divided desperado thugline mo

Thug millenium seventh signs for the

F b i you wanna come test my enterprise

B**ch you better go think twice and

Open up your muthaf**kin eyes these niggas

 

Can't f**k with the fifth dawg when

I parlay everyday stormin your way you

Better lay low so you might just duck

When i bust this gauge you see my niggas

Havin a ball all day since we havin a

Ball all day muthaf**kas playa hate

 

Get'cha gun get'cha gun did ya kill em

Off off f**k with the niggas with the

Guns and ya might get shot get shot

Get'cha gun get'cha gun did ya kill em

Off off you could be the first to feel

The heat to see how much we got we got we got

Get'cha gun get'cha gun

Did ya kill em off off f**k with the niggas with the

Guns and ya might get shot get shot

Get'cha gun get'cha gun

Did ya kill em off off you could be the first to feel

The heat to see how much we got we got we got

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***