Shotz To Tha Double Glock (Tha Dogg Pound Diss) (feat. Poetic Hustla'z & Graveyard Shift)
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Ooooooooooooo... killa If you're down to glide and slide on the Clair, then let's ride
Tony Tone roll with Bone on the dark side
But when you come just bring your guns witcha
If your a busta niggas gone have fun witcha
So nigga don't get me wrong, my niggas
Swang them thangs, bang some brains
Slangin' yayo, it all remains the same
Step and you'll catch some buck shots
Murder one on the Clair my glock glock
Mo thugs whats up nigga get dropped
Put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop now
Nigga that I thug wit' kill
Pop to tha chest how does it feel
And nigga we peel caps
Pap, fit to get your wig cracked back
Killin' I'm buckin em down, I wish ya would
Try to get some, redrum, bitch
Nigga don't test my hood
A first degree murderin' wig splitta, grave digga
Diggin' a ditch, puttin' a bitch
And them snitches in the pit, so don't fuck with
Them niggas off the 9 9
The foundation of niggas commitin' a crime is murderin' every time
Nigga beware cuz here come the Clair
Mobbin' like them soldiers
Watch me fold ya
For actin' like somebody never told ya
So off we go, to the bloody row
Tryin' to blood some souls, with that nine shot
Givin' props to the double glock
Pump pump when I let my shell down
Hit a nick nack gimmee the goodies and nigga me dash
Ya reach for the gauge and mash
Yell out 187 and blast
Nigga don't test nuts your luck's fucked
You feelin' up right for the bone yard
Thuggin' off with the graveyard shift
Then comin' up blow your whole card, bitch
Scandalous niggas, dwellin' the Clair be servin' them chop chop's
We rippin' them guts with buck shotz, pop pop
You better be ready for this thug style
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Flesh with them wicked now
We straight up the glock glock
Well don't get your wig's split now
East 99 follow me down the strip as we trip to the darkside
Betta grab your pop, niggas be
Trippin' and flippin' as soon they get out
187 you're caught in a murder
Niggas up to no good
Uh oh, fuck no
They never could fuck with a thug ho
Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock Nuthin but them killas, straight up thuggas
Rippin bucks up bloody clothes
Gaugin' bloody watch this nickle trippin' shot and fuck 'em down
Buckin' them coppas down
Round after round after round
Bloody bodies badges spread out on the ground
Ain't no sound, just them demons screamin' rest in peace
I guess you got ta suffer
Ready to pip hollow point tip, got your wig split
They made your body
Once you hunt my victims on a mission
Flippin' livin' on a darker side
Creepin' on your homicide
Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by,
Boogie Nikke's on a night ride
Thuggin through my thuggish ass hood at night, with my pipe
Thuggin down the double glock
Tryin' to get my serve on
Watchin' my back while six-five try to roll on
But one to the suckas head and two up in his body
Now peep my creep I eat the reefer smoke all up inside me
We jumpin' up rough from the hood
We bailin' we thuggin' we lookin' like crooks
Could tell we be fatal, ready to roll
Know we willing and able
Rollin' with Ruthless bitch betta check my label
Murda dem, never come again
When the scandalous niggas set up
Bloody nigga trues be on my level
Eighty eight and ten five is the soldiers ghetto
Nigga don't take the wrong turn
Or you will enter the hood and were spittin
So cover your dome
At a cut where the thugs and hustlas roam
Cleveland Browns
Dogg Pound hoes, it's on
Let's begin in the mix, of a Clair player
You're liable to get your wigs split and dumped in a ditch bitch
Cause them thugs, sendin' them slugs
Leavin' em off in the cut in a puddle of blood say what
Don't make me go in my trench
Nigga ya got me bent
All fucked up, your luck's up, you gotta get sent
To your gravesite as John Doe for fuckin wit those...
It's them thugs runnin' amuck,
On none but a slug all up in the territory
Never divide, go nationwide with the buck buck
So where you at where you at
I'm strapped and ready ta snap n yank a nigga's neck back
Puttin em Koolaid hats
In ta the graveyard
Pumped up betta get down
Thugs'll be glad ta tear around
Foe sombody gets fucked
Ya still don't want some bitch but what the muthafuck I wanna
Wham ya wit a tec-9
Now bitch press yo luck
Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock
Tony Tone roll with Bone on the dark side
But when you come just bring your guns witcha
If your a busta niggas gone have fun witcha
So nigga don't get me wrong, my niggas
Swang them thangs, bang some brains
Slangin' yayo, it all remains the same
Step and you'll catch some buck shots
Murder one on the Clair my glock glock
Mo thugs whats up nigga get dropped
Put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop now
Nigga that I thug wit' kill
Pop to tha chest how does it feel
And nigga we peel caps
Pap, fit to get your wig cracked back
Killin' I'm buckin em down, I wish ya would
Try to get some, redrum, bitch
Nigga don't test my hood
A first degree murderin' wig splitta, grave digga
Diggin' a ditch, puttin' a bitch
And them snitches in the pit, so don't fuck with
Them niggas off the 9 9
The foundation of niggas commitin' a crime is murderin' every time
Nigga beware cuz here come the Clair
Mobbin' like them soldiers
Watch me fold ya
For actin' like somebody never told ya
So off we go, to the bloody row
Tryin' to blood some souls, with that nine shot
Givin' props to the double glock
Pump pump when I let my shell down
Hit a nick nack gimmee the goodies and nigga me dash
Ya reach for the gauge and mash
Yell out 187 and blast
Nigga don't test nuts your luck's fucked
You feelin' up right for the bone yard
Thuggin' off with the graveyard shift
Then comin' up blow your whole card, bitch
Scandalous niggas, dwellin' the Clair be servin' them chop chop's
We rippin' them guts with buck shotz, pop pop
You better be ready for this thug style
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Flesh with them wicked now
We straight up the glock glock
Well don't get your wig's split now
East 99 follow me down the strip as we trip to the darkside
Betta grab your pop, niggas be
Trippin' and flippin' as soon they get out
187 you're caught in a murder
Niggas up to no good
Uh oh, fuck no
They never could fuck with a thug ho
Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock Nuthin but them killas, straight up thuggas
Rippin bucks up bloody clothes
Gaugin' bloody watch this nickle trippin' shot and fuck 'em down
Buckin' them coppas down
Round after round after round
Bloody bodies badges spread out on the ground
Ain't no sound, just them demons screamin' rest in peace
I guess you got ta suffer
Ready to pip hollow point tip, got your wig split
They made your body
Once you hunt my victims on a mission
Flippin' livin' on a darker side
Creepin' on your homicide
Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by,
Boogie Nikke's on a night ride
Thuggin through my thuggish ass hood at night, with my pipe
Thuggin down the double glock
Tryin' to get my serve on
Watchin' my back while six-five try to roll on
But one to the suckas head and two up in his body
Now peep my creep I eat the reefer smoke all up inside me
We jumpin' up rough from the hood
We bailin' we thuggin' we lookin' like crooks
Could tell we be fatal, ready to roll
Know we willing and able
Rollin' with Ruthless bitch betta check my label
Murda dem, never come again
When the scandalous niggas set up
Bloody nigga trues be on my level
Eighty eight and ten five is the soldiers ghetto
Nigga don't take the wrong turn
Or you will enter the hood and were spittin
So cover your dome
At a cut where the thugs and hustlas roam
Cleveland Browns
Dogg Pound hoes, it's on
Let's begin in the mix, of a Clair player
You're liable to get your wigs split and dumped in a ditch bitch
Cause them thugs, sendin' them slugs
Leavin' em off in the cut in a puddle of blood say what
Don't make me go in my trench
Nigga ya got me bent
All fucked up, your luck's up, you gotta get sent
To your gravesite as John Doe for fuckin wit those...
It's them thugs runnin' amuck,
On none but a slug all up in the territory
Never divide, go nationwide with the buck buck
So where you at where you at
I'm strapped and ready ta snap n yank a nigga's neck back
Puttin em Koolaid hats
In ta the graveyard
Pumped up betta get down
Thugs'll be glad ta tear around
Foe sombody gets fucked
Ya still don't want some bitch but what the muthafuck I wanna
Wham ya wit a tec-9
Now bitch press yo luck
Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:09.13] Ooooooooooooo... killa If you're down to glide and slide on the Clair, then let's ride
[00:15.75] Tony Tone roll with Bone on the dark side
[00:18.50] But when you come just bring your guns witcha
[00:20.91] If your a busta niggas gone have fun witcha
[00:23.94] So nigga don't get me wrong, my niggas
[00:26.30] Swang them thangs, bang some brains
[00:28.34] Slangin' yayo, it all remains the same
[00:30.42] Step and you'll catch some buck shots
[00:32.28] Murder one on the Clair my glock glock
[00:33.71] Mo thugs whats up nigga get dropped
[00:35.84] Put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop now
[00:37.02] Nigga that I thug wit' kill
[00:38.63] Pop to tha chest how does it feel
[00:40.21] And nigga we peel caps
[00:41.74] Pap, fit to get your wig cracked back
[00:43.48] Killin' I'm buckin em down, I wish ya would
[00:46.00] Try to get some, redrum, bitch
[00:47.68] Nigga don't test my hood
[00:49.38] A first degree murderin' wig splitta, grave digga
[00:51.25] Diggin' a ditch, puttin' a bitch
[00:53.74] And them snitches in the pit, so don't fuck with
[00:56.09] Them niggas off the 9 9
[00:57.84] The foundation of niggas commitin' a crime is murderin' every time
[01:00.71] Nigga beware cuz here come the Clair
[01:03.79] Mobbin' like them soldiers
[01:04.85] Watch me fold ya
[01:05.83] For actin' like somebody never told ya
[01:07.22] So off we go, to the bloody row
[01:09.94] Tryin' to blood some souls, with that nine shot
[01:12.39] Givin' props to the double glock
[01:13.84] Pump pump when I let my shell down
[01:14.98] Hit a nick nack gimmee the goodies and nigga me dash
[01:16.54] Ya reach for the gauge and mash
[01:18.54] Yell out 187 and blast
[01:19.89] Nigga don't test nuts your luck's fucked
[01:21.59] You feelin' up right for the bone yard
[01:23.35] Thuggin' off with the graveyard shift
[01:24.64] Then comin' up blow your whole card, bitch
[01:26.21] Scandalous niggas, dwellin' the Clair be servin' them chop chop's
[01:28.83] We rippin' them guts with buck shotz, pop pop
[01:31.46] You better be ready for this thug style
[01:33.15] Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Flesh with them wicked now
[01:36.15] We straight up the glock glock
[01:37.50] Well don't get your wig's split now
[01:38.96] East 99 follow me down the strip as we trip to the darkside
[01:41.50] Betta grab your pop, niggas be
[01:43.69] Trippin' and flippin' as soon they get out
[01:45.06] 187 you're caught in a murder
[01:46.98] Niggas up to no good
[01:48.67] Uh oh, fuck no
[01:49.92] They never could fuck with a thug ho
[01:51.02] Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock Nuthin but them killas, straight up thuggas
[01:56.60]
[02:05.07] Rippin bucks up bloody clothes
[02:06.46] Gaugin' bloody watch this nickle trippin' shot and fuck 'em down
[02:09.64] Buckin' them coppas down
[02:10.76] Round after round after round
[02:11.92] Bloody bodies badges spread out on the ground
[02:14.86] Ain't no sound, just them demons screamin' rest in peace
[02:17.58] I guess you got ta suffer
[02:18.86] Ready to pip hollow point tip, got your wig split
[02:20.55] They made your body
[02:22.33] Once you hunt my victims on a mission
[02:23.94] Flippin' livin' on a darker side
[02:25.50] Creepin' on your homicide
[02:27.38] Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by,
[02:29.24] Boogie Nikke's on a night ride
[02:31.19] Thuggin through my thuggish ass hood at night, with my pipe
[02:33.93] Thuggin down the double glock
[02:36.19] Tryin' to get my serve on
[02:38.61] Watchin' my back while six-five try to roll on
[02:40.76] But one to the suckas head and two up in his body
[02:43.65] Now peep my creep I eat the reefer smoke all up inside me
[02:46.36] We jumpin' up rough from the hood
[02:47.52] We bailin' we thuggin' we lookin' like crooks
[02:48.55] Could tell we be fatal, ready to roll
[02:50.33] Know we willing and able
[02:51.52] Rollin' with Ruthless bitch betta check my label
[02:53.14] Murda dem, never come again
[02:54.40] When the scandalous niggas set up
[02:55.80] Bloody nigga trues be on my level
[02:57.31] Eighty eight and ten five is the soldiers ghetto
[02:58.82] Nigga don't take the wrong turn
[03:00.63] Or you will enter the hood and were spittin
[03:02.09] So cover your dome
[03:02.98] At a cut where the thugs and hustlas roam
[03:04.07] Cleveland Browns
[03:05.25] Dogg Pound hoes, it's on
[03:06.00] Let's begin in the mix, of a Clair player
[03:08.63] You're liable to get your wigs split and dumped in a ditch bitch
[03:12.14] Cause them thugs, sendin' them slugs
[03:14.76] Leavin' em off in the cut in a puddle of blood say what
[03:16.99] Don't make me go in my trench
[03:19.28] Nigga ya got me bent
[03:20.70] All fucked up, your luck's up, you gotta get sent
[03:23.19] To your gravesite as John Doe for fuckin wit those...
[03:26.76] It's them thugs runnin' amuck,
[03:28.24] On none but a slug all up in the territory
[03:30.09] Never divide, go nationwide with the buck buck
[03:33.59] So where you at where you at
[03:35.83] I'm strapped and ready ta snap n yank a nigga's neck back
[03:38.40] Puttin em Koolaid hats
[03:39.96] In ta the graveyard
[03:41.29] Pumped up betta get down
[03:42.47] Thugs'll be glad ta tear around
[03:44.29] Foe sombody gets fucked
[03:45.74] Ya still don't want some bitch but what the muthafuck I wanna
[03:48.40] Wham ya wit a tec-9
[03:50.31] Now bitch press yo luck
[03:51.99] Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock
[03:53.93]
[00:15.75] Tony Tone roll with Bone on the dark side
[00:18.50] But when you come just bring your guns witcha
[00:20.91] If your a busta niggas gone have fun witcha
[00:23.94] So nigga don't get me wrong, my niggas
[00:26.30] Swang them thangs, bang some brains
[00:28.34] Slangin' yayo, it all remains the same
[00:30.42] Step and you'll catch some buck shots
[00:32.28] Murder one on the Clair my glock glock
[00:33.71] Mo thugs whats up nigga get dropped
[00:35.84] Put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop now
[00:37.02] Nigga that I thug wit' kill
[00:38.63] Pop to tha chest how does it feel
[00:40.21] And nigga we peel caps
[00:41.74] Pap, fit to get your wig cracked back
[00:43.48] Killin' I'm buckin em down, I wish ya would
[00:46.00] Try to get some, redrum, bitch
[00:47.68] Nigga don't test my hood
[00:49.38] A first degree murderin' wig splitta, grave digga
[00:51.25] Diggin' a ditch, puttin' a bitch
[00:53.74] And them snitches in the pit, so don't fuck with
[00:56.09] Them niggas off the 9 9
[00:57.84] The foundation of niggas commitin' a crime is murderin' every time
[01:00.71] Nigga beware cuz here come the Clair
[01:03.79] Mobbin' like them soldiers
[01:04.85] Watch me fold ya
[01:05.83] For actin' like somebody never told ya
[01:07.22] So off we go, to the bloody row
[01:09.94] Tryin' to blood some souls, with that nine shot
[01:12.39] Givin' props to the double glock
[01:13.84] Pump pump when I let my shell down
[01:14.98] Hit a nick nack gimmee the goodies and nigga me dash
[01:16.54] Ya reach for the gauge and mash
[01:18.54] Yell out 187 and blast
[01:19.89] Nigga don't test nuts your luck's fucked
[01:21.59] You feelin' up right for the bone yard
[01:23.35] Thuggin' off with the graveyard shift
[01:24.64] Then comin' up blow your whole card, bitch
[01:26.21] Scandalous niggas, dwellin' the Clair be servin' them chop chop's
[01:28.83] We rippin' them guts with buck shotz, pop pop
[01:31.46] You better be ready for this thug style
[01:33.15] Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Flesh with them wicked now
[01:36.15] We straight up the glock glock
[01:37.50] Well don't get your wig's split now
[01:38.96] East 99 follow me down the strip as we trip to the darkside
[01:41.50] Betta grab your pop, niggas be
[01:43.69] Trippin' and flippin' as soon they get out
[01:45.06] 187 you're caught in a murder
[01:46.98] Niggas up to no good
[01:48.67] Uh oh, fuck no
[01:49.92] They never could fuck with a thug ho
[01:51.02] Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock Nuthin but them killas, straight up thuggas
[01:56.60]
[02:05.07] Rippin bucks up bloody clothes
[02:06.46] Gaugin' bloody watch this nickle trippin' shot and fuck 'em down
[02:09.64] Buckin' them coppas down
[02:10.76] Round after round after round
[02:11.92] Bloody bodies badges spread out on the ground
[02:14.86] Ain't no sound, just them demons screamin' rest in peace
[02:17.58] I guess you got ta suffer
[02:18.86] Ready to pip hollow point tip, got your wig split
[02:20.55] They made your body
[02:22.33] Once you hunt my victims on a mission
[02:23.94] Flippin' livin' on a darker side
[02:25.50] Creepin' on your homicide
[02:27.38] Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by,
[02:29.24] Boogie Nikke's on a night ride
[02:31.19] Thuggin through my thuggish ass hood at night, with my pipe
[02:33.93] Thuggin down the double glock
[02:36.19] Tryin' to get my serve on
[02:38.61] Watchin' my back while six-five try to roll on
[02:40.76] But one to the suckas head and two up in his body
[02:43.65] Now peep my creep I eat the reefer smoke all up inside me
[02:46.36] We jumpin' up rough from the hood
[02:47.52] We bailin' we thuggin' we lookin' like crooks
[02:48.55] Could tell we be fatal, ready to roll
[02:50.33] Know we willing and able
[02:51.52] Rollin' with Ruthless bitch betta check my label
[02:53.14] Murda dem, never come again
[02:54.40] When the scandalous niggas set up
[02:55.80] Bloody nigga trues be on my level
[02:57.31] Eighty eight and ten five is the soldiers ghetto
[02:58.82] Nigga don't take the wrong turn
[03:00.63] Or you will enter the hood and were spittin
[03:02.09] So cover your dome
[03:02.98] At a cut where the thugs and hustlas roam
[03:04.07] Cleveland Browns
[03:05.25] Dogg Pound hoes, it's on
[03:06.00] Let's begin in the mix, of a Clair player
[03:08.63] You're liable to get your wigs split and dumped in a ditch bitch
[03:12.14] Cause them thugs, sendin' them slugs
[03:14.76] Leavin' em off in the cut in a puddle of blood say what
[03:16.99] Don't make me go in my trench
[03:19.28] Nigga ya got me bent
[03:20.70] All fucked up, your luck's up, you gotta get sent
[03:23.19] To your gravesite as John Doe for fuckin wit those...
[03:26.76] It's them thugs runnin' amuck,
[03:28.24] On none but a slug all up in the territory
[03:30.09] Never divide, go nationwide with the buck buck
[03:33.59] So where you at where you at
[03:35.83] I'm strapped and ready ta snap n yank a nigga's neck back
[03:38.40] Puttin em Koolaid hats
[03:39.96] In ta the graveyard
[03:41.29] Pumped up betta get down
[03:42.47] Thugs'll be glad ta tear around
[03:44.29] Foe sombody gets fucked
[03:45.74] Ya still don't want some bitch but what the muthafuck I wanna
[03:48.40] Wham ya wit a tec-9
[03:50.31] Now bitch press yo luck
[03:51.99] Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock
[03:53.93]