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Shake, Shake, Shake and Other Hits (KC & the Sunshine Band) · Shake, Shake, Shake and Other Hits (KC & the Sunshine Band) · The Appalachian Twelve Gauge Massacre (Brody's Militia) · 12 Gauge (12 Gauge) · Shake It Round & Round (12 Gauge) · Shake Drafi Shake (Drafi Deutscher) · Round and Round & Other Hits (Perry Como) · Round and Round Greatest Hits (Rat Attack) · Round and Round (Lee Konitz) · Music Goes Round and Round [Acrobat] (Tommy Dorsey) – and 90 other albums »


with 12 gauges, L.A. Times front pages
Leavin' mingled bodies hangin' on stages
Collapse fools with raps, peeelin' caps with straps
Twistin' off
rifles and Tecs
And breakin' niggas' necks like bad checks
Outrageous with 12 gauges, 'L.A. Times' front pages
Leaving mingled bodies hangin' on stages
the glock and make room

Shit man I got a 12 gauge with the infrared scope
I found a Tec 9 it use to be a radio
But now I'm a G, psycho, crazy
Fuck what you
band-aids and bought a couple glocks
Had to go on a rampage and hit a couple blocks
Once they hear that 12-gauge that's when the trouble stops
(boom)
If
get it down like this
Whole squad buyin rounds of Cris'
Whole squad got they crowns on wrist
Whole squad got a pound of twist
Whole squad got
stumbled

Now it's a must that I can bust, from the shots from my 12 gauge
Dust to get you high blown in the meanwhile my profile
Of my styles unusual
against me since the outset
9th got 'em fiending for an instrumental version of an album that ain't out yet
But now it's my outlet, and it feels so good
dolars because they know
When we're on the stage, we're in a mothafuckin' range
So Dre, why don't you get the 12 guage [yeah]
And show 'em how
beens
And faraway frowns
Trying to be good
By not being 'round
And here in the bar
The piano man's found
Another nail for my heart

If you ever change
of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to 
Yeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face
Im headed for
against me since the outset
9th got 'em fiending for an instrumental version of an album that ain't out yet
But now it's my outlet, and it feels so good
It's Friday night on the streets of L.A.
I'm goin' out, been hangin' round the house all day
So I take me a shower, dress like a big daddy
Stop
trying to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly cluck head pulled out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
sick with it on that 4 pound

Lil cuzin' 12 and all he talking is murkin' now
Old lady said she got woke up by that chopper sound
Say she got on her bed
trying to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly cluck head pulled out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
muthafucka pulls out a deuce deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 guage
One sucker dead, l.a. times front page

'Cause the boys in the hood are
get it down like this
Whole squad buyin rounds of Cris'
Whole squad got they crowns on wrist
Whole squad got a pound of twist
Whole squad got
I take, heavy darts that shake
It's all cake, all fate, get caught by the dropkicks
You know the drill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with
Yeah it's Project Pat up in this
Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin a rip it like it's supposed to be
Handle
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
dust
For the love of the lust, niggas busting on us
Hit 'em up with the buck, 12-gauge eruptions!
It's the Art of War, putting niggas on the floor
When
hearin' shots ring out 12 o'clock at night
A car full of dead niggas in the midnight
Because it gave the cops a reason just ta shoot 'em up
But now they
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
when the girls shake somethin
System overload, stay bumpin
It's thug life, y'all know the rules, gotta do what ya gotta do, and stay true
Propose a toast
count big face and straight laces by the hundreds 
Ragtops and big blocks, gettin the money 
Sippin X-O Hen, and I get it for the 1-10 
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