Lyrics:
no tax
Never wanted ink she came back I had tats
I make popular page wen my shit don’t match
I used to ride wit a 12 gauge
Check my snaps
& This how it
gauge bitch
KAIBA's strapped with a choppa hoe
Blood is flossing down the streets
Tonight Azrael got a lot to do
Riding on an OC bitch
That 80 is too
You know that I got it
The pistol is on me, I cock and I pop it
You know I'ma pop it
I'ma aim at yo head and nigga gon' drop it
Y'all niggas gon'
live Shh" in your bio
Let's glide, I got no chill
These bells come fat like Uncle Phil
12 Gauge short like Carlton
It got chopped, it used to be tall
rivers. It don't stop. Drop P's to the SCT's and double glock. Pop. Pop. Here's the slug from
the twelve gauge thug. You don't want fuck with, no buck
Aye
(PLUG)
Aye
Aye
I do this shit by myself, aye, I don’t need no help
Aye, nigga try me it’s a wrap like Santa’s elves
Aye, nigga want some smoke?
in it
Let knowledge drop
Let knowledge drop
By any means necessary, it's kind of scary
Knowledge of the hands of adversaries
Makes them the larger
selfies eating scooby snacks riding shotgun
Facts and tough love all in ah 12 gauge
Blasting my incentive to take it all ah way
Ima cold hearted brother
touch me 12 gauge shotty 12 think they can cuff me Clean a nigga thorough ain't no money here bloody If a nigga think he got one up on me then pray he
Sippin on down
Sippin around
Tippin up a another cupa
Sippin' on down
Sippin on down
Sippin around
Tippin up another cupa
Sippin on down
12
packing the gauge
For when we hop out the range
And let it rain on em
Super soakin
Spraying all em
I got something in the back for all the ogz
I got
pulls out a deuce deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucka dead L.A. Times front page
-Chorus-
(Punk, punk muthafuckaz like it ain't
gauge
People raising hell 'bout the hell I raised
I don't wanna do shit today
Quit my 9 to 5, I'm hitting the lake
They tell me slow it down, I ain't
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 runners-up are thanking me for their help (uh-huh)
Hoping that they not around when it gets dark outside (yes)
Sun's going down you hear the bark outside
slow while I break you down slow
When you get it right girl go for what you know
Wiggle a bit stop drop get up snake freak whop
Wiggle a bit stop drop
a soldier when it's war time
That's all I really know cause all I've had are hard times
And ain't nobody bendin down with me, I'm on my own
Duckin and dodgin
to do it on occasion
And engagin in .44s and 12-gauges
Some old suckers lay the beat twice as hard
And when you see I got 20'000 bodyguards
I came
in a puddle of blood.
Hell's up under that mud.
They I know I'm gonna pull it.
My sawed-off draws them bullets.
I'm being pressured by these niggas
for now
But instead of hanging my head... I thought I wore you down
It's hard reaching out when I'm stretched too thin
So I talk too much and avoid
and bitch Krash tryna pour us a 4 of sum wock
12 gauge sawed off shotty imma just hop out and hit turn his ahh to a gar
It was just me and Big Krash we
game in a strait jacket
12 gauge
In a shotgun racket
Shinbone, shindig, shimmy for the Shinto
Got to do this all alone
Wait
Better slow it down
the runners-up are thanking me for their help (uh-huh)
Hoping that they not around when it gets dark outside (yes)
Sun's going down you hear the bark outside
buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin'
Slappin' niggas known for tellin' bitches fuck it in the late night
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