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Bone Thugs N Harmony: 2 Glocks Lyrics

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Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Song title: 2 Glocks

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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