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Onyx - Gun Clap Music lyrics
* send corrections to the typist Walkin down the street with my, glock in my hand No safety, you know it and our guns don't jam Keep one in the hand and no need for cockin When niggaz start the poppin them shells get to droppin [Chorus 2X] Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music Load it up, cock it back and blast to it [Fredro Starr] Yo, who shot ya?It's too late to try to operate Hard escape through New York State It's on killa, fuck all the niggaz that hate I can feel ya shook when ya walk through the gate Your heartbeat break like a Kay Slay tape Bust guns to this, raisin the crime rate Niggaz better blast when it's time to shoot Niggaz on the roof tryna blast at you See me in the six coupe, twins engine Skiddin, murder scene left, God ridden New guns, old guns, need to test those I burn, baby, burn like sniffin asbestos Bust low, reload and stay low I twist more caps than the 40 oco Bitches know, could tell by the look on the thug face The way they play it in the club, it ain't safe [Chorus] [Sonsee] A'yo I'm still not a hater but the heat'll spray ya Say hello to the bad guy, meet your creator Your gone, locked down streets in blocks down east Hopped out jeeps, knocked out teeth and chopped down beef With the boxpound heat, it's your option to die Poppin the nine at ten, then guns in the sky Grew up in the Stuy, peace to every ghetto Up in the x-sincos with my niggaz from Queens wit heavy metal Drug raps through the PJ's, ki's and trees, now we payin DA's Gettin paid from three ways Who wanna die?It won't cost you a dollar Get your boys to follow of course you still gonna holla Money I'm sick, keep puttin clips in them rugers And spit, you couldn't measure my fifth with six rulers Hold up killer, I'm all about gettin loot And when I cock back duke I'm givin glock tattoo [Chorus] [Sticky Fingaz] Some say the bigger the gun, the more damage it do I say the smaller the pistol, the better it shoot I give a holla to my niggaz in warfare Sticky don't care, if don't nobody else care And um, I'm always quick to reach for the glock So if you run up in my spot motherfuckers get shot In these streets niggaz drivin fives gettin set up Forgive but don't forget your benz'll get wet up Niggaz come around frontin, don't believe 'em You ain't no killer you be layin there bleedin Cause nigga you know me Don't make me blast you up and snatch your ass out the b And bitch niggaz don't blast back They like ladies, they take their ice chains to the casket And since we all came from the hood Got our name from the hood and our game from the hood I think it's time to kill for our good, time to heal our hood Be real to our hood And if we don't we'll have a race of babies That'll take 380's to school and get crazy And to my sons tryna make ones Sellin cracks on the blocks, watch out when the jake comes And to my real thugs get up, I know you fed up niggaz But keep ya guns up [Chorus] |
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