lirik lagu bone thugs n harmony - 2 glocks(u-neek's remix)
krayzie bone:
get’cha gun get’cha gun did ya kill em off off f-ck with the n-gg-s 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
krayzie bone:
i still be a thuggish ruggish n-gg- dressed in all black khakis fatigues and
boots still don’t give a f-ck about the law still roll with the pump in my car
and f-ck who you are you f-ckin with a couple of n-gg-s that’s really insane
i’m talkin loco krayzie as h-ll 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 n-gg- i’m still a thug n-gg- i
still smoke bud you know i still represent st. clair wig split sh-t n-gg- what
this them bone thug n-gg-s thinkin i told ya but we put it down like that
whoever we got to f-ck up to prove it we do it and keep on movin guess who’s
back up in the house original cleveland criminals n-gg- 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 n-gg-s that’s ready to jump off in your -ss
and smash it protect my n-gg-s for combat leatherface at you and on your -ss
like i was a heat seaker creepin the reeper quickly sweep you off your feet in
cleveland
layzie bone:
i be the coolest little n-gg- you can meet meet meet but n-gg- you f-ck with me
then i’m a f-ck with you introduce you to this heat i sweep the streets when i
draw down let me hear you say f-ck the law now rawest n-gg-s in the town ready
thug and go down go pound for pound n-gg- that’s the motto let me see you throw
them thangs and if it’s real n-gg- keep it real show me your game i’m sure gon
claim what the f-ck is mine my n-gg- 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-tch and since you haters ain’t got no business that’s how we attack
your sh-t n-gg- we’ll smack your b-tch in the middle of the grammy and the
media might ban me n-gg- this mo thug family is for real
krayzie bone:
get’cha gun get’cha gun did ya kill em off off f-ck with the n-gg-s 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
bizzy bone:
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-tch good game and every b-tch said i’m a good b-tch
f-ckin with my wood grain everybody’s still playin that hood game quiet
especially when it’s haunted my environment ain’t nothin n-gg-s dyin’ in the
chemical fed injections in jasper texas split up these n-gg-s off in different
sections don’t hate my message destiny led to mimic chast-ty for my daughter
water for n-gg-s 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
n-gg-s still with me bone sometimes it’s gun up run up and get your kind run
blindly elevate through time nowhere to hide
flesh-n-bone:
our dogs fin to haul off lead sawed off head n-gg- you drippin soakin red
bl–dy body be beggin me know what should’ve c-cked like 2pac with a glock
we’re deadly better not upset my thug mentality sucker you know you done f-cked
up don’t you n-gg-s runnin up blastin big -ss triggers what the f-ck 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-ck you thought
m-th-f-ck 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
b-st-rds blast it we sons of -ssasin mashin’ collectin more cash that’s true
and i’m gunnin the n-gg-s 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-tch you better go think twice and open up your m-th-f-ckin eyes these n-gg-s
can’t f-ck 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 n-gg-s
havin a ball all day since we havin a ball all day m-th-f-ckas playa hate
krayzie bone:
get’cha gun get’cha gun did ya kill em off off f-ck with the n-gg-s 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
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