Gun Clap Music Lyrics - Triggernometry - 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 

When niggaz start the poppin them shells get to droppin 

[Chorus 2X] 

Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music 

Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music 

Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music 

Load it up, cock it back and blast to it 

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[Fredro Starr] 

Yo, who shot ya? It's too late to try to operate 

Hard escape through New York State 

It's on killa, fuck all the niggaz 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 

Niggaz better blast when it's time to shoot 

Niggaz 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 

Bitches know, could tell by the look on the thug face 

The way they play it in the club, it ain't safe 

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[Chorus] 

[Sonsee] 

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 niggaz from Queens wit heavy metal 

Drug 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 I'm givin glock tattoo 

[Chorus] 

[Sticky Fingaz] 

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 niggaz 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 motherfuckers get shot 

In these streets niggaz drivin fives gettin set up 

Forgive but don't forget your benz'll get wet up 

Niggaz come around frontin, don't believe 'em 

You ain't no killer you be layin there bleedin 

Cause nigga you know me 

Don't make me blast you up and snatch your ass out the b 

And bitch niggaz 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 niggaz 

But keep ya guns up 

[Chorus]