Spooks: 2 Glocks

Bizzy Bone:Give it to em, bring your gunGive it to em, bring your gunKrayzie Bone:Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?... to death, death, deathFuck with the niggas with the guns and you might get shot, get shotGet cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?... to death, death deathYou could be the first to feel the heatto see how much we got, we gotI still be the thuggish ruggish niggaDressed in all black khakis, fatigues, and bootsStill don't give a fuck about the lawStill run with a pump in my carAnd fuck who you areYou're fucking with a couple of niggas that's really insaneI'm talking loco, crazy as hellIt ain't just a nameIt's the gameAnd we done loosened up a couple stringsAnd shook a couple of screws loose in my brainBesides that, ain't nothin' changedLook at me now I'm still a thugNigga I still smoke budYou know I still represent St. Clair wig split shit, nigga what?This is Bone Thugs niggasThinkin I told you but we put it down like thatAnd whoever we got to fuck up to prove that we do itAnd keep on movin, guess who's back up in the house?Original Cleveland CriminalsNiggas just send em subliminal messages like "murda, mo murder murder"Never forgot where we come fromWatch how you move your tongueCause I got niggas that's ready to jump off in your assAnd smash and crashProtect my niggas for combatLeathaface at ya and on your ass like I was a heat seekerQuickly the reaper peep youSweep you off your feet in ClevelandLayzie Bone:I be the smoothest little nigga you can meet meBut nigga you fuck with me then I'm a fuck with youIntroduce you to this heatI sweep the streetWhen I draw down, let me hear you say "fuck the law now"Rawest niggas in the townReady to thug and go downGo pound for pound, nigga that's the mottoLet me see you throw them things and if it's realNigga keep it realShow me your gameI'm sure gonna claimWhat the fuck is mineMy nigga I'll take itGrab a player hater by the neck, choke him out and try to break itGimme your money, drop them keysIt's a jack move bitchAnd since you haters ain't got no businessthat's how we attack your shitNigga we'll smack your bitch in the middle of the GrammyAnd the media might ban meNigga this Mo Thug Family is for realChorusBizzy Bone:Pull it up, sit up, get up and count up your moneyBefore it all gets spent upAnd you wanna get rid ofA hood bitch with gameAnd every bitch said I'm a good bitchFuckin with the wood grainEverybody still playin that hood game quietEspecially when it's tiredMy environment ain't nothin but niggas dieingIn them chemical fed injections in Jasper TexasSplit up these niggas off in different sectionsDon't hate my messageDestiny led to mimicChastity for my daughterWad up a niggas shermAnd come listen to the sermonSwervin in my Surburban, lick it up with the bottleBut everybody know I got some problemsHad dreams of the ApolloThe fiends had faith in me, suckas wouldn't runA nigga not insaneNiggas still with meBone, somehow they turn upRun up and get your signRun blindly, elevate through timeNowhere to hideFlesh-N-Bone:Our dawgs finna haul off leadSawed-off headNigga you drippin soakin with bloodly body be beggin meYou know what you should've capped like 2 pac with a glockThey're deadly, better not upset my thug mentality suckerYou know you done fucked upDon't you niggas?Runnin up blastin gas cratersWhat the fuck you thought you saw with your head in the sky?Could it be a bird or maybe it's even a planeFor the untamedInsane human only the Fifth DawgFuck you thought mutherfuck fameFor the fact the shit is a phat gameGoing remain number one in the LandFlesh, strangle the gangBang bang!Bang!I dropped five guards in the name of the Lord I sayNow how many times will I have to slay today?Will I raise my guage?Oh God!How will I teach yaa, but it's these tactics that he daily practiceThey gonna let youDon't have it?Have it, runnin up you sons of bastardsBlast it, we sons of assassinsMatch it, collecting more cashThat's true, you're feeling thatNiggas said all my babies get a millionStruggle with a villianHit 'emWith a venomous blow!I call on my mighty archang-elGonna surround my soul but go with the calico yo'We the tightest you know Mo, the MightyYes trues humbly unitedMy family never dividedDesperado, Thug Line, Mo Thug, Millennium, Seventh SignFor the FBI you wanna come test my enterprise?Bitch you better go think twiceAnd open up your mutherfucking eyesThese niggas can't fuck with the fifth dawg finna parlayEveryday stormin your wayYou better lay lowSo you might just duck when I buck guageCan't you see my niggas having a ball all daySince we having a ball all dayMotherfuckers player hateChorus