2 Glock 9's

[T.I.P.] Yo Beanie Sigel T.I.P. King of the South, shorty P.A., Roc-A-Fella, Ghetto Vision What we got for 'em, shorty [Hook] Two Glock nines Any motherfucker whisperin about mine[x4] [Beanie Sigel] Yo ay yo you sure about that You wanna know about the mac So I show at ya front make you go outcha back Blow through your front make it go outcha back Ay yo I let fifty shots blow out the mac Dog ain't nothin' slow about the mac And dog ain't nothin' ho about the mac Man I come through with them heats Come in a few jeeps Like feds come through in they sleep And you know how we play When we poppin' them Glocks Take it to the AK Chopper the block And to the SWAT's Helicopter the block And them put you on the news Wasn't proper to watch You know I act like my clips I'm bananas Catch me in your strip all black in bandanas I dare a nigga act retarded So I can let this tar lift you off your feet like Vince Carter [Hook] Two Glock nines Any motherfucker whisperin about mine[x4] [T.I.P.] Oh I'm a motherfuckin' G nigga Fuckin' with me I'm a make it so tomorrow you'll be lucky to see Have a nigga clutchin' his knee Strugglin' to breathe Make the gat splatter your bladder Like a kidney disease Yeah I know you're holdin' weight So just gimme the keys Or these motherfuckers with you are fin to witness ya bleed Paramedics cuttin' ya jeans Rippin' ya sleeves Put your ass in a body bag, zip it and leave Ain't no motherfucker do it like I do You and your nigga runnin' up Put two in him and two in you I put a nigga at the bed like a child with the flu Put hit out on that bucket and runnin' wild with your crew Put this thang to your head Put your brains on the roof Here now we ain't the same Y'alls is liars and we the truth Now that you know the scoop What you wanna do nigga He ain't makin' money on this corner too nigga Why not cause I got [Hook] Two Glock nines Any motherfucker whisperin about mine[x4] [T.I.P.] Ay nigga ya act bad Me and MAC comin' in two Jags Put another two in your new blue dew rag Nigga brag if you wanna We'll blast on ya corner The nigga ain't fast well his ass is a goner [Beanie Sigel] Ay yo I keep two Glock nines Niggas tryin' to watch mine Tryin' to stop mine See where I stock mine But I pop mine And I pop moms And I don't pop Throwin' cops where your block rhyme [T.I.P.] Say, a nigga tryin' me He'll find me Bustin' away a blind bee With thirty niggas And sixty triggas standin' behind me The nine be cocked And we are riding Bustin' in them bushes where you are hiding [Beanie Sigel] Ay yo I got a hundred niggas With a fuckin' hundred gats Who want the shit Where their motherfuckin' stomach at Don't bitch with that IV in you And I'll take somethin' from you only God can give you [Hook] Two Glock nines Any motherfucker whisperin' about mine[x4] [Beanie Sigel] We ain't playin' with y'all partner This dead serious so please believe it T.I.P., Beanie Sigel, P.A Ghetto Vision, Roc-A-Fella Man it's outrageous And we out