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Lyric Ain t No Glock


[Master P]
More mail than the rest of the pushers
Cause he got a chrome Glock and a ???
Livin Like a killer
More mail than the rest of the pushers
Cause he got a chrome Glock and a ???
Livin Like a killer
More mail than the rest of the pushers
Cause he got a chrome Glock and a ???
Livin Like a killer
More mail than the rest of the pushers
Cause he got a chrome Glock and a ???
Livin Like a killer

[C-Murder]
God damn, I m lookin at my picture in the paper
I know I shot the bitch, but you know I didn t rape her
Called up moms to get the whole low down
Said leave town, the feds kicked the door down
Reaching for my indo and lookin out the window
I know I should ve burnt that bitch with the Pinto
Watchin my back cause you get what you give
And niggas who kill ain t got long to live
But I really can t trip off a 187
I done smoked so many, close to 11
Cause i m in the shit deep, I can t even sleep
Can t wait for 12 o clock for a late night creep
Don t take me to jail, i m a 2 time loser
The cops wanna trip, i m a have to get my Ruger
Got bullet-proof windows on my gold-plated Lexus
Need to take a trip, got a cousin in Texas
Sellin dope for awhile so you know I got ends
About 40 g s only got 3 friends
Smith & Wesson and 9 millimeter
Always wanna see ya, and dying just to see ya
To all you Og s on the run, yo I feel ya
Cause life ain t easy when you livin like a killer

[Master P]
Livin like a killer, or should I say dope dealer
Ain t no glock like the one I got
I pack my heat for protection
Ain t no glock like the one I got
I pack my heat for protection

[C-Murder]
Livin day after day, so fuck the future
You let your guards down and a nigga might do ya
Just like the Pen. everybody can t win
If you fall on your face than a nigga goin in
Don t cross that line or ya might get choked
Fuck what your sayin you can keep your smoke
In jail or not i m a handle my shit
You wanna act like a hoe so i m a treat you like a bitch
Down with No Limit so you know I got clout
Quick to get the gat and put some wire in your mouth
First degree murder, pre-medi-tated
An unsolved death that s drug related
I guess you could say that crime s my hobby
Aggrivated assault and a massacre robbery
Can t see my face cause my life ain t healthy
Man that crack just make me wealthy
Got ends and ends from the dope I deal ya
If I come up short than I gots to kill ya

[Master P]
That s the life of a killer
Or should I say dope dealer
Ain t no Glock like the one I got
I pack my heat for protection
Ain t no Glock like the one I got
Some people like Smith & Wesson
Ain t no Glock like the one I got
I pack my heat for protection
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