Onyx - Gun Clap Music - Sözleri

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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 2X]





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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