[Verse: 1] 17 shots in my clip I'm rolling through my hood muthaf**as 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 a** 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 d**h, 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 a**, 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 bu*t 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 f** these mutha f**as 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 muthaf**a forgot his vest Oh, sh** 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 a** 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 a** 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: x4]