Ain't No Glock (feat. C-Murder and Master P) - Tru, C-Murder, 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

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

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

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 ho 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

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