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The Appalachian Twelve Gauge Massacre (Brody's Militia) · 12 Gauge (12 Gauge) · Lay Lady Lay (Magnet) · Lay Lady Lay (Ministry) · Get Down or Lay Down (Philly's Most Wanted) · Get Down or Lay Down [Clean] (Philly's Most Wanted) · Get Down or Lay Down [US Explicit] (Philly's Most Wanted) · Girl, I Wanna Lay You Down (ALO) · I’d Just Love To Lay You Down (Barrett Baber) · Girl, I Wanna Lay You Down (ALO) – and 90 other albums »


Bang on the dark side man,
Land ah the thuggish ruggish city will it reveal,
But I went back to my land with ah 12-gauge Mossberg pump
Big shells, you
to be with you

With our bodies close together
Let the world go by, like the clouds a'streamin'
To lay me down, on e last time, to lay me down
To lay me
them that he was suicidal.
(chorus) rage, 12 gauge, one mo down
Page, my age, I'm a clown(3 times)
I'm a clown in every word you heard, mitch bade hatas
Don't wave your rank at me...

Because I'm restless
Just like you teach your slaves
(Shot down)

Shot down by a 12 gauge
Shotgun, never feel safe
Struck
coming ta serve ya
Nigga we told ya Bone be stalking, (we walking)
Number one assassin
Pick up the pump and it causing the 12-gauge eruption
Let loose
to lay it down

Hide in me,confide in me
Don't you think it's time to be
Everything we tried to be
You and me should lay it down

Speak to me, be
to lay it down

Hide in me,confide in me
Don't you think it's time to be
Everything we tried to be
You and me should lay it down

Speak to me, be
To lay me down

To be with you
Once more to be with you
With our bodies close together
Let the world go by

Like clouds a-streaming
To lay me down
Once
bottle of booze

My baits a' runnin a little low

Man a box of 12 gauge would be all the rage

I'm all liquored up and I'm feelin' good

Well just down
o'clock high

Well I can't go to Vegas
And I can't go to town
But could I maybe go to Freddie's
You know to lay down
But, it's a-maybe do this
And it's
Lay down your weary tune, lay down
Lay down the song you strum
And rest yourself beneath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum

Struck by
a little low


Man a box of 12 gauge would be all the rage


I?m all liquored up and I?m feelin? good


Well just down the road there was a place called
before you know it
I'm creepin up on ya in a licorice dark black drop-top broham 
with a 12 gauge pump in da trunk and a clip full of funk 
and a fat
In my head there's a city at night
Static gauge with the rush and the lights
Now it's concourse you look very fine
But this place here is no
Hold 'em down, hold 'em up, yo

It's gonna be a killin' after midnight
Niggas gettin' reday for a big fight
You could say this one's a murder by
not the only one
Weighed down by a ton

Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down
Lay it down at His feet, lay your
(Webbie verse 1)
I ride down ya street you can hear me in ya den.
Shakin niggas walls when I put it past 10
G- shit, I ain't even gotta rap in em
I
the nerves ignore the pain

Repetition needs a friend
I have a 12 gauge resting in my hands
How 'bout we get this party started right
And use a bullet for each
from the ghetto nation

Out on the lawn, ya strip the car down
And you're sippin' corn on the porch
If the neighbors complain, open up the 12-gauge
Shut
G			                  C
By still waters I lay down with the lambs
G			         D
In pastures green I made peace with my soul
C                 G
Lay down your weary tune, lay down
Lay down the song you strum
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum

Struck by
twelve, "doh", would be 
Written 1-0. 
Get it? That'd be swell, for multiplying by 12. 

Hey little twelvetoes, I hope you're well. 
Must be some
guide you day by day
Go down in di ghetto and hear what the people a say

We're grooving in Kingston 12
We're grooving in Kingston 12
We're grooving in
Wit a 12 gauge pump in da trunk and a clip full of funk and a fat purple cush blunt/
So call it what you want/
I call it da fever of da FUNK HOUSE
to Compton
Biggie Smalls on a higher plane
Niggaz say I'm strange deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain
Make your shit splatter
Mix the blood