Текст (слова) песни: T.I.P. f Beanie Sigel - 2 Glock 9`s

 
[T.I.P.] 
Yo Beanie Sigel 
T.I.P. King of the South (?) 
P.A., Roc-A-Fella, Ghetto Vision 
What we got for `em (?) 
 
[Hook] 
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 
 
[Hook] 
Two Glock nines 
Any motherfucker whisperin about mine[x4] 
 
[T.I.P.] 
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 
 
[Hook] 
Two Glock nines 
Any motherfucker whisperin about mine[x4] 
 
[T.I.P.] 
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 
 
[T.I.P.] 
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 
 
[Hook] 
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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