Chrome Slugs & Harmony The Game (Ft. G Herbo & Lil Wayne)

[Intro: Shatasha Williams & Calvin O. Butts]
We got London on da Track
Not against rap
We're not against rappers
But we are against those thugs
It's the thuggish, ruggish bone
It's the thuggish, ruggish bone
It's the thuggish, ruggish bone
It's the thuggish, ruggish bone
It's the thuggish, ruggish bone
It's the thuggish, ruggish bone
It's the thuggish, ruggish bone
It's the thuggish, ruggish bone
It's the thuggish, ruggish bone

[Verse 1: The Game]
Gotta hit 'em up
Give it to 'em like Pac when I dig 'em up
Tell a nigga, "What?" I had call 'em to pick him up
I got them killers with triggers that's waitin' in front of your house 'til the sun down
Hop out the Bentley with figures thеn walk in the strip club, they can't put the onеs down
Nigga, tell the whole club that I got a Glock
Shot for shot, I'ma air at your block
I'ma put him in a knot
He come with them niggas, I'ma hit him with the dot, dot, dot
Smokin' Cubans, Cubans on my neck, I want pure gun smoke
Let a nigga know, I'ma put a snubnose to a nigga nose
All my soldiers servin' dope
Crackin' eggs, pourin' yolk
Hit the feds with the fifth, going fishin' with the pole
Never snitch, never fold, dragging Chevys on the road
Hittin' switches, hittin' homes
When they smile, you see gold
We kickin' them doors, we wavin' them fours
We came with the blicky, just give me your cash
'Cause niggas be dyin' every twenty-four
Hand to hand with the work 'cause it give and go
So let a nigga know (We got London on da Track)
So let a nigga know
Never slippin', Tune and Herbo, we get the racks