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The Appalachian Twelve Gauge Massacre (Brody's Militia) · 12 Gauge (12 Gauge) · Money Money Money (Abracadabra) · Money Money Money: The ABBA Story (Gary Tesca) · Money Money 2020 [Bonus Tracks] (The Network) · Gettin' Money (The Get Money Remix) (Junior M.A.F.I.A.) · Money Money 2020 (The Network) · Money Money 2020 - 180g Blue Vinyl (The Network) · We Are Money Money (Money Money) · Money Money 2020 (The Network) – and 90 other albums »


There's a big parade
Greasy grasses
Motorcade
12 gauge

You show me a leader
And I'll show you a liar
These races are fixed man
This is murder for
the coffin
And uhh, follow his grave,
Follow me murderous gauge
Follow me murderous ways
Steadily pumpin' as me killas kill ya
Pop more ah silencer,
Pop
They call me Layzie the Kid

Tha names Powder P
Can I get a 12 guage?
Outlawd everyday
On the front page
Now Mr. Kid
If you give me the lowdown
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
I got extra
I got extra, yeah
I got money
I got work for his hoes
I got a plethora, yeah
I get money

12 gauge shotty
I don't like nothing but hoes
I got extra
I got extra, yeah
I got money
I got work for his hoes
I got a plethora, yeah
I get money

12 gauge shotty
I don't like nothing but hoes
I got extra
I got extra, yeah
I got money
I got work for his hoes
I got a plethora, yeah
I get money

12 gauge shotty
I don't like nothing
on the Real Thing
Daddy comes out with a 12 gauge shotgun 
Had a flashback from his days in Viet Nam
Honey please you're my daughter
I guess she forgot all
a 12-gauge shotty
Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
You want to rob me, you gotta leave here with a body
In the streets of New York, You can't trust
folks reload or enter heavy scapeways
We probably get robberies wit 12 gauge technology
So I kill blood spill I show no local modesty
Drop em G pay
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
Millimeter Ruger
16 shots, hollow points will go through ya
and this? this here? this is a 12 gauge Mossburg kid, 
two shots and you can wet like half
good, yeah, yeah
So good, this life I finally live
And feels so real
So real this freedom I finally feel
Show me the money

Money makes the world go
that 12 Guage
Don't make me 1 2 ya
3 4 5 train bitch suwoop
If you ain't on my train bitch cho cho
Like you got my dick in your mizouth
And I'm a do
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
off in a silent rage
Fish tilled back to the Ritz with my 12 gauge
Gat smoking, I ain't joking
Left them fools on the ground face with they heads
Sometimes I feel like I've been infiltrated
Mama told me I'm too related
By niggas I'm often hated
The reefer keeps me sedated

I've waded through
scrub floors, I go on tours 
From me, G Rap, yo, truly yours 

(Yo G man! You should diss her man. I heard he's a homo jimmy man!) 
Listen up money
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 'em where they pump at
12 Gauge mashberg
No shell in the head
Before you put in work, you gotta pump that
You done hit a nigga with it and you runnin
up behind me trying to get pregnant by me
And in a year, I bet you'll be on welfare
Don't cry for help dear, you put yourself there
The way it looks,
kick us we can never run away nothing gonna stop me know until I've had my say ??? the 12 gauge I'm just getting started I can't begin to express my rage
for the tape that's made by 5-0.
Look into the eyes of the 12 gauge barrel.
My t-shirt and khaki's with house shoes is the apparel.
Just call me a nigga
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
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do? 
You know how we do it

Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got