Lyrics:
a Patek
I can tell, she wanna fuck me with her friend as well
Hangin' out the roof like, "Fuck 12" (fuck 12)
I got too much money, I can't go to jail (go
(Wit' a 12 gauge) (Wit' a 12 gauge)
(Wit' a)(Wit' a 12 ga--)
Uh
(Wit' a 12 gauge) (Wit' a 12 gauge)
(Wit' a)(Wit' a 12 ga--)
With a 12 gauge, 12
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
be off and in a coffin' and.. uh.. follow his grave,
follow me murderous gauge, follow me murderous ways,
Steadily pumpin' as me killas kill ya, Pop
Leading transparent lives
What I see makes me feel
Twisted from inside
Get a gun
Kill the scum
Justify what is right
12 gauge justice
Right
a HOE
I dick her down then i show her DOE
Aye, well im a west coast nigga in a eastcoast body
My .38 special, my 12 gauge shotty
Some niggas talk shit
Bump Dat niggas try to stunt on my click
Then when I get on that shit
I bring it to 'em where they pump at
12 Gauge mossberg no shell in the head
Before
you've never been
I don't come from the hood
The hood comes from me
Catch you, public no notary
One shot from the 12-gauge
Ain't no barber get you well
Paying top 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
against the world with my 12 gauge about to bust
No love, I got no love or trust, It's me against the world with my 12 gauge about to bust
No love, I got no
some Russian rifle weh me did hide weh
Mek we tek it to dem like inna di old days
Real pliers fi pop out toenails
12 gauge di real not old nails
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
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
of the band of seven!
わたし わ とても おらかです...
Verse 1: Alucard (Rapped 16 Bar’s):
They called me 12 Gauge since way back in the day,
So if I’m spraying my AK then
to me I'm an idol
Skinny as a rifle, load up my 12-gauge disciple
Make an example out of a rival, Tell him beat it like he Michael
Niggas crying cause I
up, lock it up (trap)
12 gauge shot 'em up, shot 'em up (boom)
Look out lil' ho, let me do my lil' dance
That ain't my dick, that's a stick in my
young but still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse, mind full of sick thoughts
And I ain't goin' back to court, so fuck what you thought
And live off the money that a smartphone pays you
As you commanded I adapted quickly
Tried to pull it off but it's just no use
Hung by a cable are
And I put this bitch on hold
Margiela on me, stompin in them ricks at my show
Had to let them know us
I give them the shoulder
Everyday count money then I
team though
Niggas are bilingual
"N'Na Bunduki", that is stick talk
Skinny nigga, full equipped
12 gauge with the stick, 12 gauge with the dick
But I'm
Do you want to see a dead body?
Or how bout a 12 gauge shotty?
The plug give me work and I sell it
She just want to fuck cause I sell shit
Blunts in
We young Mula
I got 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
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
Lewinsky
Police tryna fingerprint me, woah
I'm runnin' out that motherfucker, nigga, woah
Get money like a motherfucker, nigga
Bags in, nigga gas in
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