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    Ooooooooooooo....killa [x2]

    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 [x4]

    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 [x16]

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