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  • Текст песни Onyx - Gun Clap Music

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    Walkin down the street with my, glock in my hand
    No safety, you know it and our guns don't jam
    Keep one in the hand and no need for cockin
    When niggaz start the poppin them shells get to droppin

    [Chorus x2]
    Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music
    Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music
    Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music
    Load it up, cock it back and blast to it

    [Fredro Starr]
    Yo, who shot ya? It's too late to try to operate
    Hard escape through New York State
    It's on killa, fuck all the niggaz that hate
    I can feel ya shook when ya walk through the gate
    Your heartbeat break like a Kay Slay tape
    Bust guns to this, raisin the crime rate
    Niggaz better blast when it's time to shoot
    Niggaz on the roof tryna blast at you
    See me in the six coupe, twins engine
    Skiddin, murder scene left, God ridden
    New guns, old guns, need to test those
    I burn, baby, burn like sniffin asbestos
    Bust low, reload and stay low
    I twist more caps than the 40 oco
    Bitches know, could tell by the look on the thug face
    The way they play it in the club, it ain't safe

    [Chorus]

    [Sonsee]
    A'yo I'm still not a hater but the heat'll spray ya
    Say hello to the bad guy, meet your creator
    Your gone, locked down streets in blocks down east
    Hopped out jeeps, knocked out teeth and chopped down beef
    With the boxpound heat, it's your option to die
    Poppin the nine at ten, then guns in the sky
    Grew up in the Stuy, peace to every ghetto
    Up in the x-sincos with my niggaz from Queens wit heavy metal
    Drug raps through the PJ's, ki's and trees, now we payin DA's
    Gettin paid from three ways
    Who wanna die? It won't cost you a dollar
    Get your boys to follow of course you still gonna holla
    Money I'm sick, keep puttin clips in them rugers
    And spit, you couldn't measure my fifth with six rulers
    Hold up killer, I'm all about gettin loot
    And when I cock back duke I'm givin glock tattoo

    [Chorus]

    [Sticky Fingaz]
    Some say the bigger the gun, the more damage it do
    I say the smaller the pistol, the better it shoot
    I give a holla to my niggaz in warfare
    Sticky don't care, if don't nobody else care
    And um, I'm always quick to reach for the glock
    So if you run up in my spot motherfuckers get shot
    In these streets niggaz drivin fives gettin set up
    Forgive but don't forget your benz'll get wet up
    Niggaz come around frontin, don't believe 'em
    You ain't no killer you be layin there bleedin
    Cause nigga you know me
    Don't make me blast you up and snatch your ass out the b
    And bitch niggaz don't blast back
    They like ladies, they take their ice chains to the casket
    And since we all came from the hood
    Got our name from the hood and our game from the hood
    I think it's time to kill for our good, time to heal our hood
    Be real to our hood
    And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
    That'll take 380's to school and get crazy
    And to my sons tryna make ones
    Sellin cracks on the blocks, watch out when the jake comes
    And to my real thugs get up, I know you fed up niggaz
    But keep ya guns up

    [Chorus]

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