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  • T.I. »

    T.I. 2 Glock 9′s текст песни

    2 Glock 9′s

    (feat. Beanie Sigel)


    Yo Beanie Sigel

    T.I.P. King of the South [?]

    P.A., Roc-A-Fella, Ghetto Vision

    What we got for ‘em [?]


    Two Glock nines

    Any motherfucker whisperin about mine [x4]

    [Beanie Sigel]

    Yo ay yo you sure about that

    You wanna know about the MAC

    To I show at ya front make you go outcha back

    Blow through your front make it go outcha back

    Ay yo I let fifty shots blow out the MAC

    Dogg ain’t nutin’ slow about the MAC

    And dogg ain’t nutin’ ho about the MAC

    Man I come through with them heats

    Come in a few jeeps

    Like Phez come through in they suite

    And you know how we play

    When we poppin’ them Glocks

    Take it to the AK

    Chopper the block

    And to the S.W.A.T.’s

    Helicopter the block

    And them put you on the news

    Wasn’t proper to watch

    You know I act like my clips I’m bananas

    Catch me in your strip all black in bandanas

    I dare a nigga act retarted

    So I can let this tar lift you off your feet like Vince Carter


    Two Glock nines

    Any motherfucker whisperin about mine [x4]


    Oh I’m a motherfuckin’ G nigga

    Fuckin’ with me

    I’m a make it so tomorrow you’ll be lucky to see

    Have a nigga clutchin’ his knee

    Strugglin’ to breathe

    Make the gat splatter your blatter

    Like a kidney disease

    Yeah I know you’re holdin’ weight

    So just gimme the keys

    Or these motherfuckers with you are fin to whitness ya bleed

    Paramedics cuttin’ ya jeans

    Rippin’ ya sleeves

    Put your ass in a body bag, zip it and leave

    Ain’t no motherfucker do it like I do

    You and your nigga runnin’ up

    Put two in him and two in you

    I put a nigga at the bed like a child with the flu

    Put hit out on that bucket and runnin’ wild with your crew

    Put this thang to your head

    Put your brains on the roof

    Here now we ain’t the same

    Y’alls is liars and we the truth

    Now that you know the scoop

    What you wanna do nigga

    He ain’t makin’ money on this corner too nigga

    Why not ’cause I got


    Two Glock nines

    Any motherfucker whisperin about mine [x4]


    Ay nigga ya act bad

    Me and MAC comin’ in two Jags

    Put another two in your new blue dew rag

    Nigga brag if you wanna

    We’ll blast on ya corner

    The nigga ain’t fast well his ass is a goner

    [Beanie Sigel]

    Ay yo I keep two Glock nines

    Niggas tryin’ to watch mine

    Tryin’ to stop mine

    See where I stock mine

    But I pop mine

    And I pop moms

    And I don’t pop

    Throwin’ cops where your block rhyme


    Say, a nigga tryin’ me

    He’ll find me

    Bustin’ away a blind bee

    With thirty niggas

    And sixty triggas standin’ behind me

    The nine be cocked

    And we are riding

    Bustin’ in them bushes where you are hiding

    [Beanie Sigel]

    Ay yo I got a hundred niggas

    With a fuckin’ hundred gats

    Who want the shit

    Where their motherfuckin’ stomach at

    Don’t bitch when that eye be in you

    And I’ll take somethin’ from you only god can give you


    Two Glock nines

    Any motherfucker whisperin about mine [x4]

    [Beanie Sigel]

    We ain’t playin’ with y’all partner

    This dead serious so please believe it

    T.I.P., Beanie Sigel, P.A.

    Ghetto Vision, Roc-A-Fella

    Man it’s outrageous

    And we out

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