2 Glocks(u-neek's Remix)

Krayzie bone:
Get'cha gun get'cha gun did ya kill em off off fuck with 
the niggas with the
Guns and ya might get shot get shot
Get'cha gun get'cha gun did ya kill em off off you could be
 the first to feel
The heat to see how much we got we got we got
Krayzie bone:
I still be a thuggish ruggish nigga dressed in all black 
khakis fatigues and
Boots still don't give a fuck about the law still roll with
 the pump in my car
And fuck who you are you fuckin with a couple of niggas 
that's really insane
I'm talkin loco krayzie as hell it ain't just a name it's 
the game we done
Loosened up a couple strings and shook a couple of screws 
loose in my brain
Besides that man ain't nothin changed look at me nigga i'm 
still a thug nigga i
Still smoke bud you know i still represent st. clair wig 
split shit nigga what
This them bone thug niggas thinkin i told ya but we put it 
down like that
Whoever we got to fuck up to prove it we do it and keep on 
movin guess who's
Back up in the house original cleveland criminals nigga 
just send em subliminal
Messages like murda mo murda murda never forgot where we 
come from watch how
You move your tongue cause i got niggas that's ready to 
jump off in your ass
And smash it protect my niggas for combat leatherface at 
you and on your ass
Like i was a heat seaker creepin the reeper quickly sweep 
you off your feet in

Cleveland
Layzie bone:
I be the coolest little nigga you can meet meet meet but 
nigga you fuck with me
Then i'm a fuck with you introduce you to this heat i sweep
 the streets when i
Draw down let me hear you say fuck the law now rawest 
niggas in the town ready
Thug and go down go pound for pound nigga that's the motto 
let me see you throw
Them thangs and if it's real nigga keep it real show me 
your game i'm sure gon
Claim what the fuck is mine my nigga i'll take it grab a 
playa hater by the
Neck choke him out and try to break it gimme your money 
drop them keys it's a
Jack move bitch and since you haters ain't got no business 
that's how we attack
Your shit nigga we'll smack your bitch in the middle of the
 grammy and the
Media might ban me nigga this mo thug family is for real
Krayzie bone:
Get'cha gun get'cha gun did ya kill em off off fuck with 
the niggas with the
Guns and ya might get shot get shot
Get'cha gun get'cha gun did ya kill em off off you could be
 the first to feel
The heat to see how much we got we got we got
Bizzy bone:
Lit up sit up get up and count your money 'fore it all get 
spent up and you
Wanna get rid of a good bitch good game and every bitch 
said i'm a good bitch
Fuckin with my wood grain everybody's still playin that 
hood game quiet
Especially when it's haunted my environment ain't nothin 
niggas dyin' in the
Chemical fed injections in jasper texas split up these 
niggas off in different
Sections don't hate my message destiny led to mimic 
chastity for my daughter

Water for niggas yearnin come listen to the sermon swervin 
in my suburban lick
It up with the bottle but everybody know i got some 
problems had dreams of the
Apollo the fiends had faith in me suckas would keep runnin'
 givin' up the same
Niggas still with me bone sometimes it's gun up run up and 
get your kind run
Blindly elevate through time nowhere to hide
Flesh-n-bone:
Our dogs fin to haul off lead sawed off head nigga you 
drippin soakin red
Bloody body be beggin me know what should've cocked like 
2pac with a glock
We're deadly better not upset my thug mentality sucker you 
know you done fucked
Up don't you niggas runnin up blastin big ass triggers what
 the fuck you
Thought you saw with your head in the sky could it be a 
bird or maybe it's even
A plane but an untame insane human only the fifth dawg fuck
 you thought
Muthafuck fame but the fact this shit is the fact game gon'
 remain number one
In the land flesh crept and he came brang bang bang i drops
 my doggs in the
Name of the lord now say how many times will i have to slay
 today when i raise
My gauge oh god how i'm gonna teach ya but it's these 
tactics that he daily
Practice you wanna test you don't have it have it runnin up
 you sons of
Bastards blast it we sons of assasin mashin' collectin more
 cash that's true
And i'm gunnin the niggas said all my babies get a million 
strikin' with a
Wicked hit em with a venomous blow i call all my mighty 
y'all can joke gonna
Surround my soul but go with the calico yo we the tightest 
you know mo the
Mighty yeah trues humbly united my family never divided 

desperado thugline mo
Thug millenium seventh signs for the f.b.i. you wanna come 
test my enterprise
Bitch you better go think twice and open up your 
muthafuckin eyes these niggas
Can't fuck with the fifth dawg when i parlay everyday 
stormin your way you
Better lay low so you might just duck when i bust this 
gauge you see my niggas
Havin a ball all day since we havin a ball all day 
muthafuckas playa hate
Krayzie bone:
Get'cha gun get'cha gun did ya kill em off off fuck with 
the niggas with the
Guns and ya might get shot get shot
Get'cha gun get'cha gun did ya kill em off off you could be
 the first to feel
The heat to see how much we got we got we got