[Verse 1: Lil Sixx]
Creepin' through the hood with my strapped, niggas on my jock
Gotta stay alert, 'bout my work, with that bloody Glock
Hangin' with my niggas tough, 'cause they got the Sixxter's back
Conley get the Mossberg, Big Shaq, get that bloody gat
Ana' in the atmosphere, hoes try to step to me
Barrel to your fuckin' head, bitch, you shouldn't have test my p'
Sixxter got that devil's mind, always dwellin' in the Park
Fucked up on the block, I slang them rocks and tote that bloody Glock
Buckin' on you busters quick, stay down with the Willet Klick
Holler at my nigga Lil Marc, 'cause he's down with gangster shit
What's up to you apple seeds, swangin' on lil' player nuts
Bloody Glock gon' break you off, tefons in your fuckin' guts
Niggas actin' like thеy hard, I-B-N, don't be barred
Comin' from the Park, on this snizzo, with that bloody Glock
[Chorus: Spice 1]
Bloody Glock in my lap, as I creep
With thе dead motherfucker in the passenger seat
Bloody Glock in my lap, as I creep
With the dead motherfucker in the passenger seat
[Verse 2: Lil Sixx]
Rollin' down Parkway, bumpin' some of that Marvin Gaye
Smokin' off that indo hay, Willet just around the way
Blowin' that coke all up my nose, fuckin' with you midnight hoes
Bloody Glock is in my drawls, lettin' all you busters know
Pistol grip on side this hip, nigga slip, now watch it rip
Shots up to your spinal cord, you dead, and trick, I feel no guilt
Come into the Park, after dark, hoe, you gonna die
Niggas hangin' deep up in the cut, smokin' on that firy
Junkies all up on my jock, Sixxter pack that plastic Glock
Can not trust no fiend, I got to catch you slippin' on the block
Watch my motherfuckin' back, all they want, is that crack
I'ma break them bitches off, if they try to take my shit
Niggas gonna run on up, Sixxter gonna gun on up
Leave you bitches dead up in the ditch, and blaze a blunt on up
Now I'm runnin' from the narcs, players do not bar no cops
Buck them bitches down, to the ground, with that bloody Glock
[Chorus: Spice 1]
Bloody Glock in my lap, as I creep
With the dead motherfucker in the passenger seat
Bloody Glock in my lap, as I creep
With the dead motherfucker in the passenger seat
Bloody Glock in my lap, as I creep
With the dead motherfucker in the passenger seat
Bloody Glock in my lap, as I creep
With the dead motherfucker in the passenger seat
[Verse 3: Lil Sixx]
Back again up in this bitch, it's the mighty-mighty Sixx
Suckers hate this player, but you know I do not give a shit
Hooked up with my nigga Tony Bony, conin', on you hoes
Ruger gonna touch you tricks, buster bitch, I thought you know
Ridin' in the steamer-thang, players goin' to make a stang
Snizzo all up in my nose, devil shit all in my brain
Thinkin' 'bout that Triple Six, more I think, it make me click
Ana' all up in my head, mane, I think I'm losin' it
2-11, 1-8-7, shouldn't have put my p' to test
Slugs up to your fuckin' head, now you tricks can lay to rest
Bloody Glock is in my drawls, with my finger on the trigger
How the fuck you figure you gon' get away, you stupid nigga
Now I'm runnin' from the narcs, players do not bar no cops
Buck them bitches down, to the ground, with that bloody Glock
[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
Murder was the case that they gave me
Murder was the case that they gave me
Murder was the case that they gave me
Murder was the case that they gave me
