Ooooooooooooo....killa [x2]


If you're down to glide and slide on the Clair, then let's ride
Tony Tone roll with Bone on the dark side
But when you come just bring your guns witcha

If your a busta ^!$$%s gone have fun witcha
So ^!$$% don't get me wrong, my ^!$$%s
Swang them thangs, bang some brains

Slangin' yayo, it all remains the same

Step and you'll catch some buck shots

Murder one on the Clair my glock glock
Mo thugs whats up ^!$$% get dropped
Put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop now

^!$$% that I thug wit' kill
Pop to tha chest how does it feel
And ^!$$% we peel caps

Pap, fit to get your wig cracked back
Killin' I'm buckin em down, I wish ya would
Try to get some, redrum, (*##$

^!$$% don't test my hood

A first degree murderin' wig splitta, grave digga

Diggin' a ditch, puttin' a (*##$
And them snitches in the pit, so don't $#&@ with
Them ^!$$%s off the 9 9

The foundation of ^!$$%s commitin' a crime is murderin' every time
^!$$% beware cuz here come the Clair
Mobbin' like them soldiers

Watch me fold ya
For actin' like somebody never told ya
So off we go, to the bloody row

Tryin' to blood some souls, with that nine shot
Givin' props to the double glock


Pump pump when I let my shell down
Hit a nick nack gimmee the goodies and ^!$$% me dash
Ya reach for the gauge and mash

Yell out 187 and blast
^!$$% don't test nuts your luck's $#&@ed
You feelin' up right for the bone yard

Thuggin' off with the graveyard shift
Then comin' up blow your whole card, (*##$
Scandalous ^!$$%s, dwellin' the Clair be servin' them chop chop's

We rippin' them guts with buck shotz, pop pop

You better be ready for this thug style

Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Flesh with them wicked now
We straight up the glock glock
Well don't get your wig's split now

East 99 follow me down the strip as we trip to the darkside
Betta grab your pop, ^!$$%s be
Trippin' and flippin' as soon they get out

187 you're caught in a murder
^!$$%s up to no good
Uh oh, $#&@ no

They never could $#&@ with a thug ho

Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock [x4]


Nuthin but them killas, straight up thuggas
Rippin bucks up bloody clothes

Gaugin' bloody watch this nickle trippin' shot and $#&@ 'em down
Buckin' them coppas down
Round after round after round

Bloody bodies badges spread out on the ground
Ain't no sound, just them demons screamin' rest in peace
I guess you got ta suffer

Ready to pip hollow point tip, got your wig split
They made your body
Once you hunt my victims on a mission

Flippin' livin' on a darker side
Creepin' on your homicide
Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by,

Boogie Nikke's on a night ride

Thuggin through my thuggish $$# hood at night, with my pipe
Thuggin down the double glock
Tryin' to get my serve on

Watchin' my back while six-five try to roll on
But one to the suckas head and two up in his body
Now peep my creep I eat the reefer smoke all up inside me
We jumpin' up rough from the hood
We bailin' we thuggin' we lookin' like crooks

Could tell we be fatal, ready to roll
Know we willing and able
Rollin' with Ruthless (*##$ betta check my label
Murda dem, never come again
When the scandalous ^!$$%s set up

Bloody ^!$$% trues be on my level
Eighty eight and ten five is the soldiers ghetto
^!$$% don't take the wrong turn
or you will enter the hood and were spittin
so cover your dome

At a cut where the thugs and hustlas roam
Cleveland Browns
Dogg Pound hoes, it's on

Let's begin in the mix, of a Clair player
You're liable to get your wigs split and dumped in a ditch (*##$

Cause them thugs, sendin' them slugs
Leavin' em off in the cut in a puddle of blood say what
Don't make me go in my trench
^!$$% ya got me bent
All $#&@ed up,your luck's up, you gotta get sent
To your gravesite as John Doe for $#&@in wit those...


It's them thugs runnin' amuck,
on none but a slug all up in the territory
Never divide, go nationwide with the buck buck
So where you at where you at
I'm strapped and ready ta snap n yank a ^!$$%'s neck back
puttin em Koolaid hats
In ta the graveyard

Pumped up betta get down
Thugs'll be glad ta tear around
Foe sombody gets $#&@ed
Ya still don't want some (*##$ but what the mutha$#&@ I wanna
Wham ya wit a tec-9
Now (*##$ press yo luck


Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock [x16]