Bone Thugs N Harmony - 2 Glocks lyrics

Bone Thugs~N~Harmony

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Krayzie

(Panic time, bring your gun)

Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all Fuck with (Fall to death,

death) the niggas with the guns and you might get shot (get shot).

Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all You could (Fall to death,

death) be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got (we got) [*2]

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 fuckin' 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 now, I'm still a

thug, nigga I still smoke bud. (You know) You know I still represent St. Clair

wig-split, shit, nigga what? This is Bone Thug. Niggas thinkin' I told ya 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 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 ass and smash and crash. Protect

my niggas for

combat, Leather Face at 'cha and on your ass like I was a heat-seeker, quickly

the reaper peep you, sweep you off your feet in Cleveland.

Layzie

I be the smoothest lil' nigga, you can meet me (me). But nigga, you fuck with

me, then I'ma fuck with you. Introduce you to this heat. I sweep the street.

When I draw down, let me hear ya 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 gon' 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.

Krayzie

Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all Fuck with (Fall to death,

death) the niggas with the guns and you might get shot (get shot).

Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all You could (Fall to death,

death) be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got (we got) [*2]

Bizzy

Pull it up, sit up, get up and count up your money. 'Fore 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 my wood grain. Everybody still playin' that hood game

quiet. (quiet, quiet, quiet) Especially when it's tired. My environment ain't

nothin' but niggas dyin' 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 nigga's 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.

Flesh

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 2Pac

with a glock. They're deadly. Better not upset my thug mentality, sucka. 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 5th

Dawg. Fuck you thought, muthafuck fame, for the fact the shit is a phat game

goin' remain number one in the Land. Flesh, strangle the gang. Bang-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 'cha, 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 ge

t a million. Struggle with a villian, hit ‘em with a venomous blow! I call on

my mighty archangel. 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, 7th Sign. For the FBI, you

wanna come test my Enterprise? Bitch, you better go think twice, and open up

your muthafuckin' eyes! These niggas can't fuck with the 5th 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

havin' a ball all day, muthafuckas player hate!

Krayzie

Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all Fuck with (Fall to death,

death) the niggas with the guns and you might get shot (get shot).

Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all You could (Fall to death,

death) be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got (we got) [*4]