Z-Dogg - Glock In My Hand

{Verse 1: Z-Dogg}
I'm wakin' up, Friday morning to a fat mack blunt
I grip my pump and load it up and put it into my trunk
I'm on my way to do a stang, for the hoe with my keys
I got my cellular phone and called up some of my G's
I picked them up, off on the block, now we leavin' the scene
We lookin' mean, we ride so clean, now we fire up that green
We full of them blunts, with the smoke it's Z-Dogg in this bitch
I got my pump, it's loaded up and I ain't takin' no shit
I'm 'bout to lay these niggas down, put this crown on my chest
So many niggas get caught slippin', with no bullet proof vest
I hit the junt and kicked the buster, put my pump to his head
You gotta drop off them keys, before you еnd up dead
We did the stang, wе got away, we took the mask off our face
We four deep, we straight from Frayser, never catchin' no case

{Verse 2: Misdemeanor}
Player-hating niggas wanna step to me
Mad, 'cause I'm clicked up with the Gimisum Family
Fuck that shit, I got the antidote, to solve your problems
Kick in your doors, with my Glock and commence
To poppin' on a heavy nigga always wanna talk shit
Got him on his knees, cryin' like a punk bitch
Pop him in his head, with my motherfuckin' steel
Gotta let him know, this nigga from the north is for real
Machete in the side, of my back fuckin' pocket
Take it out and shove it through your fuckin' eye socket
Laugh, as the blood start to gush everywhere
Tie you to grenades, in a god damn chair
Mafia style killin', is what you be gettin'
Too late to beg and plead and ask me for forgiveness
I quickly set the bomb, I hear his screams, as I run
Crashin' through your window, 'cause my mission has been done

{Verse 3: Big Hill}
Now officer friendly backing off because the blastin' of the sawed-off
Big baller, my rottweilers they maulers
I got that nine, with the beam
Hollow point rip with teflon-tips
Makin' them busters scream
Well, Levi's can't stitch them jeans
Face to the concrete as I leap back, into my Lexus jeep
Stash my heat, and fire up a Tampa sweet
Cruisin' down your street bitch, now who's talkin' shit?
Cock-sucker flaugin', with that skinny bitch
Hey, young girl, stay young
'Cause when you get big
Them water guns ain't toys
Them niggas ain't no boys
These hoes creep, when you sleep
They servin' that alcohol, with some Visine
Nighty-night trick, sweet dreams

{Outro: Lil Ced}
Really, I could care less 'bout your boy
Really, I could care less 'bout your boy
Really, I could care less 'bout your boy and your fuckin' business
Glock, Glock in my hand
Glock, Glock in my hand
Glock, Glock