DJ Paul
It’s The Glock
[Hook/Sample]
It's the Glock that'll get yo ass popped, n***a
It's the Glock that'll get yo ass popped
It's the Glock that'll get yo ass popped, n***a
It's the Glock that'll get yo ass popped
It's the Glock that'll get yo ass popped, n***a
Glock that'll get yo ass popped
It's the Glock that'll get yo ass popped, n***a
It's the Glock that'll get yo ass popped
It's the Glock that'll get yo ass popped, n***a
It's the Glock that'll get yo ass popped
It's the Glock that'll get yo ass popped, n***a
It's the Glock that'll get yo ass popped

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
(It's the Glock) that I will use to 187 a fool
Tryin' to be hard like he got somethin' to prove
(It's the Glock) that got .45 written on the side
That I be aimin' to commit a homicide
(It's the Glock) that I'll be pointin' to pop
A washed up busta on my j'izz'n'ock
(It's the Glock) that's in the hands of the 6-double-6
Mafia n***as who'll be shootin' on you little bitch
Murder on the menu, for you and your friends, fool
How can you get some when the Triple 6 got over a hundred guns
Never underestimate the ones that you might think is weak
Or be the trigger man that'll kill yo ass down next week
By run up on ya, lettin' loose of the milli' rounds
You know you good as gone when you
Hear the boom boom sound
That's just a noise that the G-L-O-C-K make
That's why I'll never bother about a n***a that's frosted flake
[Hook/Sample]
It's the Glock that'll get yo ass popped, n***a
It's the Glock that'll get yo ass popped
It's the Glock that'll get yo ass popped, n***a
It's the Glock that'll get yo ass popped

[Bridge: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
N***as can't not see that the Juicemanne is very sick
Don't think I won't walk up, and go kill a bitch
How the fuck you figure? Never underestimate a n***a
'Cause that he might look smaller, you're a little bigger
[?] uptown before I put a punk bitch in check
Cock back the hammer of my tone, and shoot for his neck
Raised in the heart of Gooch Park and the Evergreens
Stay strapped all the time with the Glock Seventeen
And I bet n***as wonder where the Juicemanne got it from
When I pull it out, n***a, you better break and run
So, it's that black thing that puts a busta in his dreams
Pop, pop, with the Glock, bodies drop, bodies drop