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Verse: 1



17 shots in my clip

I’m rolling through my hood muthafuckas dont trip

Then I saw the Liquor Store where they shot lil’ Joe,

hanging out the window, puffin’ on some Indo.

The owners on his knees and he’s out in the front

Cleaning up the blood from lil’ Joe, I dropped my blunt.

All Joe wanted was a 6-pack of Bud, but the owners fingers

itched

Now my homies in the Mud.

I pulled out my nine, without even thinking.

Plus I was high as a kite and I’ve been drinking.

Only three blocks from the police station

but I pulled the trigger three times no hesitation.

As I sped away I put the Nine at my hip

I only got 14 shots in my clip, Now.

The cops was on my ass in ‘Bout a minute

It’s all about a foot game I knows I’m gonna win it.



I’m hopping over walls, dodging little dogs

Then I  got ghost like a phantom in the fog

I’m hiding in the bushes, Shooting at the coppers

Then I took five shots, I’m hiding from the lights on the

choppers.

and I know I’m facing death, I made it to my hina’s pad nine

shots left.



Chorus: x2



 It’s a trip, betta not slip

 just a little story about a gloc 9 clip





Verse: 2



I’m the type of Vato that never had a good day

I gotta watch my back when I creep through my hood, ey!

I woke up in the morning, I’m next to my hina

Baby wake up Yo!, and then I got behind her

You should of seen that ass, I was just about to pound it

Then I heard the cops say 'We got the place surrounded'

'Come out with your hands up son'

Then I broke the window with the butt of my gun.

I fired at the cops (blast, blast,... blast, blast)

I used up four of my shots

I got the gloc 17 with the hollow points

fuck these mutha fuckas so, I spark me up a joint

I only got five shots,... 25 cops

The man with the mega-phone resembles my pops

So I, Took him out with a shot to the chest

Stupid muthafucka forgot his vest

Oh, Shit

I better not slip, I only got four shots left in my clip,

Now

The SWAT team came I better think fast

Here comes the tear gas thats my ass

I’m out the back I almost made it

but the cops black German shepherd means I’m faded

Then I had to think of my lucky # 7

I shot him three times and sent his ass to doggy heaven

Yo!, here come the pigs think quick

I pointed my nine but the gat went click

Then I felt my body get num,and it’s a trip

Just a little story about a gloc nine clip.



Chorus: x 4