Testo di Hand On My Glock – Willie the Kid & La the Darkman

[Verse 1: La the Darkman]
Nigga I got it, got what you need
That coke, that heron, that speed
Demand them purple trees, front and a nigga bleed
I'm good at them evil deeds, it's normal for me, homey
Get the cheese like macaroni, pimpin' like Pretty Toney
Famous but you don't know me, young and remember that
War like a Republican, smooth as a Democrat
Pull a rabbit out my hat like a magician dressed in black
Really a killer dressed in black, killin' for them paper stacks
Ever since I sold crack, been scrooged like Ebenezer
Police give me amnеsia, nigga, I know the procedure
I'm sick, no anеsthesia can cure what's in my jeans
Fuck a stash box, nigga, my pistol is in my jeans
I'm a fiend for the flow, I'm a fiend for the dough
I'm a fiend for the feel of me squeezin' that calico
AMG, pay attention, embassy niggas, listen
I crossed the Mason-Dixon just to keep me out of prison, motherfucker

[Chorus: La the Darkman]
Violate me and you will get popped, get popped
Two steppin' with my hand on my Glock, ayy
Violate me and you will get popped, get popped
Two steppin' with my hand on my Glock, ayy
Violate me and you will get popped, get popped
Two steppin' with my hand on my Glock, ayy
Violate me and you will get popped, get popped
Two steppin' with my hand on my Glock, ayy

[Verse 2: Willie the Kid]
They don't make 'em like this no more
I'm as real as they come, as fly as they say
As hot as they claim, Willie man I'm hotter than flames
Flyer then planes, I gotta explain I'm tired of lames
I mean I'm tired of rappers
Niggas babblin' I'll hire the clappers, fire the ratchets
Yeah, I mean quiet the racket
Bottom line you either got it or lack it and most niggas lack it
Sing-Sing regime is Full Metal Jacket
So many stripes and metals I need another jacket
Bullet wounds they barely can patch it
Rap niggas rather bury the hatchet, what up my nigga, bone?
Just came home, and he don't care neither
Fuck around and catch a body like a cheerleader
Yeah, niggas sweet like a stroodle
With feet like a poodle, small like Chihuahuas
Devoured all the cowards, money and the power
Niggas know Willie in the mall a couple hours
Yeah, they got me thinkin' like Terrance Howard
I could be wrong even though I may be right
Yeah, these niggas soft like baby wipes
And chicks come into the crib like it's ladies night
Haha, and can't nah nigga see me
I'm big dangerous, you just a little weezy, Willie

[Chorus]
[Chorus: La the Darkman]
Violate me and you will get popped, get popped
Two steppin' with my hand on my Glock, ayy