Lyrics:
the armory, we needed to steal beams
You ain't never been in the mud, I got eel leads
Unc blind, ain't never seen nothing, he likes to feel things
Come on, wrap
Spend time
Thinking about it when I
Got time
If you drinking about it
I can drop by
Cheer you up and change the plot line
Rearrange, put you
pumps and gauges
Royale suites when I bunk in Vegas
Got homicide searchin' the city dump for neighbors
Pinky ring with a chunk of glacier
Copped
life in exchange for yours
Born hated as a thug
House full of babies cryin
From a lack of gettin love
Won't nobody tell me shit
Till I got
me in, give em the rope-a dope to Poconos
I'm supposed to blow, you say you got drip? Nigga my clothes is soaked
Pump your breaks I got my gauge
bag if you want to get fucked up
Every diga little bitch made nigga
Start runnin when I'm playin with the trigga
An uzi a 12-gauge it really don't
*Chorus*
Now why dey wanna see me dead niggas put prices on my head now I got to
Rottwielers by my bed
*Verse 1*
Niggas afraid to see a Gambino
a cage with a little bit of rampage, disengage
Little page, overage, 12-gauge, shotty to the face, going blah-ba-ba
I'm the shit, that's a foul play,
started nigga
Why you had to come all the way
Over here for a father figure
All that motivation I gave you
The only thing you grasped was
To go into Clips?
gang
6 Daughters 2 sons I got to make me a change
If you looking for me I be posted up at the range
With a 9 45 or a pump 12 gauge
I keep me a gun I
the field brings with it much fataliting
I got the dotty from hell it fires a 12 guage shell
My lifes spent on the bells my time I'm chatting girls
My hairs
Bloody Mary
[PRE-HOOK]
I see how it is! “damn”
Pull up on me you can swallow my kids
Ay you takin’ my spot now?
12-gauge buck shot
Headshot kill shot
Yessir
Gawvi, get 'em
Why we do it?
Why we do it?
I do it for the turn-up (gat gat)
Got that ammo locked and loaded
I ain't talking bout no
to the beat that you want
Fear keep knockin' fake fans sent to no one
Fuck them niggas run from me I don't owe 'em
Why do things for free, you don't know 'em
(12), always had hate for the 12 (12)
I was out late night tryna get to it, you had to be in before 12 (12)
Biggest nigga ever came out the city, a lil'
your luck low
I didn't know til I was drunk though
You freak cats get played out
Get robbed and laid out
Prostitute turned snitch i got the gauge out
96
We goin' platinum, nigga
We goin' platinum
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this
a shot from 12 gauge
For you
I been thinking about you
Shawty you know what I do
I been thinking about a girl
She gone have to be my world
I used to turn
A 12-gauge street sweeper with the circular clip
Quick to let projectiles fly, you die
And watch your fat moms cry - bull's eye
(I cramp your style
With
garments, a pool at my feet
Total reconstruction, but kept it discreet
Disguised as a madman, some good method acting
Left old shores for new ones, 12 masks
for discussion (Rydas)
Kill one at random to set an example
Demand ransom, money by the handfuls
(Gimme that) didn't wanna make a mess
But I took it
pick up metal but don't know how to use it
I the Ganxsta have a full Glock
Since the last time they all got shot
So now you know that metal is
pup dudes
Who tryna prove they can bust you
Watch you and your tough crew
For these 12 gauge slugs touch you
Big balls
Dick long
Never small
Stand
his face
A Young Nigga ain’t got time waste
I aint time for jail or another case
BUDDAH!!
Pop the clutch,rev it up, get it up
Bikelyfe man you know I
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