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2 glocks (u-neek's remix) - bone thugs-n-harmony lyrics

[krayzie]
what they really want… {-8x-}

get ya gun get ya gun did you k!ll them all..
f-ck with (fall to your death death) the n-ggas with the guns
and you might get shot (get shot)
get ya gun get ya gun did you k!ll them all..
you could (fall to your death death) be the first to feel the heat
to see how much we got (we got) {-2x-}

i still be the thuggish ruggish n-gga
dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, and boots
still don’t give a f-ck about the law
still run with a pump in my car and f-ck who you are
your f-ckin with a couple of n-ggas 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 now
i’m still a thug
n-gga i still smoke bud
(you know) you know i still represent
st. clair wig split sh-t n-gga what
this is bone thug
n-ggas thinkin i told ya but we put it down like that
and whoever we got to f-ck up to prove that
we do it and keep on movin
guess who’s back up in the house
original cleveland criminals
n-ggas just send them subliminal messages like
“murda, mo murda murda!”
never forgot where we come from
watch how you move your tongue
cause i got n-ggas thats ready to jump off in your -ss
and smash and crash
protect my n-ggas for combat
leather face at ya and on your -ss like
i was a heat seeker creeper the reaper peep you
sweep you off your feet in cleveland

[layzie]
i be the smoothest little n-gga you can meet me (me)
but n-gga you f-ck with me then i’m a f-ck with you
introduce you to this heat
i sweep the street
when i draw down let me hear ya say
“f-ck the law!” now
rawest n-ggas in the town ready to thug and go down
go pound for pound n-gga that’s the motto
let me see you throw them things
and if it’s real n-gga keep it real
show me your game i’m sure gonna claim
what the f-ck is mine my n-gga i’ll take it
grab a player hater by the neck
choke him out and try to break it
give me 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-gga we’ll smack your b-tch in the middle of the grammy
and the media might ban me
n-gga this “mo thug family” is for real

[krayzie]
get ya gun get ya gun did you k!ll them all..
f-ck with (fall to your death death) the n-ggas with the guns
and you might get shot (get shot)
get ya gun get ya gun did you k!ll them all..
you could (fall to your death death) be the first to feel the heat
to see how much we got (we got) {-2x-}

[bizzy]
pull it up sit up get up and count your money
before it all gets spent up
and you wanna get rid of
a hood b-tch with game and every b-tch said i’m a good b-tch
f-ckin with my wood grain
everybody still playing that hood game quiet (quiet quiet…)
especially when it’s tired
my evironment ain’t nothing but n-ggas dying
in a chemical fed injection in jasper, texas
split up these n-ggas off in different sections
don’t hate my message
destiny led to mimic chast-ty for my daughter
wad up a n-ggas sherm and come listen to the sermon
swerving in my suburban l!ck 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 n-gga not insane
n-ggas still with me bone
some how they turn up
run up and get your sign run blindly
elevate through time nowhere to hide

[flesh]
our dogs finna haul off lead sawed off head
n-gga you drippin soakin with bl–dy 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 sucka
you know you done f-cked up don’t you n-ggas
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
for the untamed insane human only the fifth dog
f-ck you thought mothaf-ck fame
for the fact the sh-t is a fat game going
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 ya but it’s these tactics that he daily practice
they gonna let you
don’t have it have it
runnin up you sons of b-st-rds blast it
we sons of -ss-ssins match it collecting more cash
that’s true your feeling that
n-ggas said all my babies get a million
struggle with a villain hit them with a venomous blow
i call on my mighty
y’all can joke
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
b-tch you better go think twice and open up your mothaf-ckin eyes
these n-ggas can’t f-ck with the fifth dog finna parlay
everyday stormin your way you better lay low
so you might just duck when i buck guage
can’t you see my n-ggas having a ball all day
since we having a ball all day mothaf-ckers player hate

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