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(Verse 1):
Now don't you run away from my Glock
You can't dodge 17 muth*fkin' shots
Could somebody pass me a clip and a trigger
Walk across the party pistol whip a nigg*
Shiiit,
I'm comin' up at 'em with the .9's the Glocks and Macs
And they'll never breathe again like Toni Braxton
Cause I don't see nothing wrooong with a little bummper jack
So say "what up?" to the 1-8-7 FAC
Nappy head as* muth*fkas wearin' plats
Kickin' back like a muth*fka slangin' sacks
Ready to peel a nigg* cap if they got the nap
So if you're funkin' with the FAC
Better to stay strapped
Cause we'll be comin' up at your back with the black Gat
nigg*, and you be feelin' kinda fked up
When your homie drop, it's simple
You can't run away from my Glock
(Chorus): 2x
Doncha runaway
From my Nine
There's no place to hide
I'm gonna get you by and by
(Verse 2):
Spiggedy One kickin' dat as* with some lay back s**t
The trigga-happy nigg*, I figure
won't wanna step to me
If they know I'll be bustin' caps
I roll straps take naps
Cause I don't be fkin' around
When it comes to bustin' that steel
I'm too real, feeel me
When I kick this gangsta as* s**t that you never heard
But fk what you heard
I smokes like Herb
Put your as* smooth on ice
So nigg* don't be 2 proud to beg
For your muth*fkin' life
Cause Nine Cali'll make 'em stutter
Make 'em drop, nigg*
You can't run away from my Glock
(Chorus): 2x
(Verse 3):
Comin' like the Lench Mobb swingin' on a vine
Yellin' out peace to my muth*fkin' Nine
Pullin' my cap back ready to serve they ass
Givin' a fk about what the next nigg* done up in the past
nigg*, I like to let a nigg* have a blood body
Don't think I'm bad, no boxin' no karate
Just a big fat Gat for them suckas
I ain't scared of you muth*fkas
Shiiit, and nigg* that's how it be
"Rollin' with my muth*fkin' strap on the side of me"
So don't come at me with that s**t
'Bout you gon gaffle me up
I c*ck your cranium like the muth*fkin' Snapple and cut nigg*
So keep your hand on your pistol grip
Bullets whistlin' and s**t
Feel like a fkin' missle when you hit
And I advice you to stay on alert
Cause if you funkin' with my
You gon put in some work, nigg*
(Chorus): 2x
(Outro):
Yeah nigg*
You knew you couldn't fk wid this G
Would you wanna step to me
Fo, hoe, haha
Spiggedy One whippin' on that ass
Ant Banks in the muth*fkin' house
My nigg* Omar
That nigg* knocked out muth*fka drunk and s**t
This nigg* Jamar lay down the muth*fkin' studio
Drunk than muth*fka
You know what I'm sayin'
But you know one thing
Everybody in this muth*fka's strapped
You know what I'm sayin'
And nobody comin' up short
So don't try to run away from my Glock
Can't dodge 17 muth*fkin' shots
1-8-7 thousand G