GLOCC 19z & CASKETS

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, I was paralyzed from the neck down It ain't no thang, though You know? I'm braced up It ain't no thang But I'm on my feet I'm strapped, daily, every day Not even cap I go to church, I'm strapped When I say hi to mom, I'm strapped When I go buy Pampers, I'm strapped That's the way it is [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Daz Dillinger] (Homie, homie, homie) Packed up my tools for my raw power move (Homie) Glock 19 for casket and flower moves [Verse 1: Daz Dillinger] I been walking through the valley where the dead man speak (Speak) Put a heater on my lap (Lap) with the prayer on repeat Every block got a name (Name), and a soul underneath Every op that we smoke got a ghost in the streets (Streets) I ain't never had peace (Peace), I just sharpened up my teeth (Teeth) Now it's blood on the blade when we hunting just for beef Mama cried in her sleep, said the reaper's too close I told mama; "Don't worry, I'ma let the gun blow" Ain't no switching sides (Dogg Pound), I'm embedded and woke I grew up with the killers with my back on the floor Now I'm sliding like a shadow, I was born from the grind Either you get it how you live, or you dying with time I ain't made for the 9 to 5, that's a slow execution Caskets and Glock 19s is what we using (Pow, pow) Dreams get buried in the dirt, yeah, I got it Niggaa, with them big guns, you know that we shot him (Brrr) I keep my head on the swivel with my tool on rotation Niggas want smoke? Ain't no hesitation Ain't no love in the street, just thugs and fiends And if you getting money, you know what the fuck I mean In the mirror, you see them demons with the hustler gleam Death talk in the wind, you know what I seen You know it's clearer than the picture looking right in your face I skate out, fuck the police, I made my escape [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Daz Dillinger] (Homie, homie, homie) Packed up my tools for my raw power move (Homie) Glock 19 for casket and flower moves (Homie, homie, homie) Packed up my tools for my raw power move (Homie) Glock 19 for casket and flower moves [Verse 2: Daz Dillinger] Red tape, white chalk, black gloves on my hand Another name on the shirt, pour some Henny in the sand Ain't no future in this, it's just a past that repeats Where the killers write scriptures on the walls in the streets I don't cry, don't sleep, I don't talk to the law So rest in peace to Nipsey Hussle, Alta Cruz, and DeShaun You know it's casket's and Glock 19s You know I live the life, nigga, fuck what you see I don' seen best friends turn rats all in the dark Seen a killer hit a liq just to cover they heart Ain't no therapy for me, just shots when they spark You know this Glock ain't a tool, it's a piece of art So don't flinch when it's time I don't pray when I ride I just think about the ones that ain't here, who ain't survive Got the opps in the grave Got they homies in line You know the choppers stay ready, it's about that time You know it's West Coast, land of the curse (The worst) Either you're hungry, pick a hammer, pick a demon or hearse But first, I ain't asking for forgiveness and pain If it's death or the pen Either way it's the same I put my soul in the verse Now I'm talking to Pac Now I'm talking to Big Now let it echo the block Glock 19, 19 Glock, bet it all pop (Brrr) Now we ride 'till the casket drop, it don't stop [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Daz Dillinger] (Homie, homie, homie) Packed up my tools for my raw power move (Homie) Glock 19 for casket and flower moves (Homie, homie, homie) Packed up my tools for my raw power move (Homie) Glock 19 for casket and flower moves [Outro] Sometimes I-I-I don't really know what to say You know, I don't even know how to go about it the same You know, I gotta get out here and I gotta handle it You know how it go, man This-this-this ain't no, this ain't just, you know It's gon', it's gon' start today and it's gon' end tomorrow Nah, this is, this is, this gon' constantly happen I ain't quiting, I ain't going out like a sucker You know (You know, you know, you know, you know)