Gun Clap Music - Onyx

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
F**k rap music this is gun clap music
F**k rap music this is gun clap music
F**k rap music this is gun clap music
Yo who shot ya
It's too late to try to operate
Hard escape through
New York State
It's on killa f**k all the n***az 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
N***az better blast when it's time to shoot
N***az 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
B***hes know could tell by the look on the thug face
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 n***az from
Queens wit heavy metal
D**g 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
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 n***az 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 motherf**kers get shot
In these streets n***az drivin fives gettin set up
Forgive but don't forget your benz'll get wet up
N***az come around frontin don't believe 'em
You ain't no killer you be layin there bleedin
Cause n***a you know me
Don't make me blast you up and snatch your a*s out the b
And b***h n***az 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 n***az