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Lil Glock
hangin out tha window holdin tight to my murder weapon
hit the lights, creep up slow, bullet lead catch ya lil as* slippin
glock poppin bustas droppin duckin from dis s**t
mask on my face no decription of who made this h*t
girls thinkin "who was it?"
b*tch, it was triple six
devil thoughts, evil thoughts, trizzick girls I just clizzick
plenty of blood no suspects only victims laying dead
shells laying in their bodys, its the fking bullet lead
now in da morgue and I could give a fk less
keep my business quiet as kept, mothers in that black dress
headed back to my fkin hood
project born ridge grove
hustla raised gangsta raised bussiness up in ???
now sorry your the one got me reachin for my hip
no friends in the game in the spot victim of my clip
fk all you bustas step and your gonna die
comin at yo as* victim of a fkin drive by.
(course)x4 break out the mask and the glock and get rid of you (pop pop till you drop body full of bullet holes)
SOG
straight from the north b*tch, ridge grove is my stomping ground
you don't make a move, you girls don't make a sound
sawed-off gangsta and nigg* glock back in for the 94
tellin all you punk bustas man, bring that s**t to the door
i'm able, unfadable no nigg* can fk wit dis
you talk all that buls**t to yo mouth goes my fkin fist
I'm jackin 5000 b*tch so go home and get yo gat
you better take cover hoe cuz this s**t is on like that
squeezin my fkin trigger blastin to take your life
your done got all down so you have to pay the price
jumped in the fkin ride loced up like from head to toe
I pulled out a sack of ink rolled up as we start to blow
my gat is tight in my hand its too late to break and run
my bullets ejected b*tch got shot down by teflons
on a spree, killin see, welcome to the evil side
its too late to run b*tch, victim of a drive by
(course)X4