T.I., Beanie Sigel - 2 Glock 9's lyrics

Yo Beanie Sigel tIP king of the South
PA, Roc-A-Fella, Ghetto Vision
What we got for 'em

Two Glock nines
Any motherfucker whisperin about mine

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

Two Glock nines
Any motherfucker whisperin about mine

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

Two Glock nines
Any motherfucker whisperin about mine

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

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

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

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

Two Glock nines
Any motherfucker whisperin' about mine

We ain't playin' with y'all partner
This dead serious so please believe it
TIP, Beanie Sigel, PA
Ghetto Vision, Roc-A-Fella
Man it's outrageous and we out