Lyrics:
thighs trying to save yourself
Just pull me close like bae get in there
Or would you prefer I pull your hair
And grip ya neck while you grip the sheets
can't find us cause yall ain't in the streets
Yall in office buildings sucking corporate meat
With these words we don't play like spit ya get sprayed
By
still you failed
The quintessence, father of the hip hop renaissance
My slang been around before baton and Benetton
I've been on, fingerprint, two
chinged in his cheek
Couldn't eat his dinner
Ratlin from the 9 is fast
But Eman from the 12 is quicker
I was pissed when I caught that nigga
I left my cab
ting
Half a brick, it made the papers
Put it in the press, made a clone
Young and rich, blame the stove
Old school 12, it folds, snap it
Put two in
You gotta do what ya feel
Do what ya feel
If it's real
Exit planet Venus for a Brooklyn stroll
Jazzy fly, nappy things, plaits, to a roll
of poppin' my pistol bangin' the brains
I'm leavin' the niggas sho' 'cause I don't want to be judged
by a 12 than carry by 6
[Flesh]
I'm a empty
But if i treat it like a sprint, 12 in the rear
Bro i'm bout to blow, like a turban in the field
See so many snakes plus vermin in the field
I know
about to sneak up on you and your crew
Ya know what I'm saying ayyo check 1-2
Ayyo masta killa I want you to put one up in 'em son
And show 'em you
Ah you hear this?
Ada big belly guy I telling be talking
By my side is my version Biggie Smalls Ya?
(no question, no question)
From Brooklyn Ya
Spit fire as I fly by in a drive by say bye bye
I wanna cut ties
Hit flight red skies piss dries feel it when my hip fire sit back yuh
Zip ties sit
pronouncin it right)
12 gauge unload now your brain exposed
gotta get up out dis game because its gettin to drastic
dodgin bullets cause dey want to make my
a wheelchair, dear, after I lay ya,
Get a grip on your headboard and hold on to it,
Or get sent right through it,
Bite your nipples when I lick 'em,
Not
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
and Rugers with the rubber grip
Got 'Tel two-way transmittin' on my hip
Keep it real with them niggaz that be real with me
Orange Mile forever reppin'
complexion
You Ready To Die? That 38
Special lead like special ed
It'll teach you retards a lesson
I grip that thing and I'm
Aiming in y'all direction
Hit ya
the cost of living? (Cost!)
My tracks are a 12 gauge
My 16's straight shells
My name times lyricism
Don't lie 'bout "don't ring no bells" (don't lie)
I'm
the burner, that be clutched by Timmy turner
Y'got me edge, bitch don't push me any further
Sneak up on you with a stick, and ya never would of heard it
Aye,
never been the bitch no I ain't the one
I was raised on cleaning knives and shooting 12 gauge guns
All these Bitches think they something but to me they
Acid dog
Pass it off
On fire like a molotov cracked and spark
I'm not inspired by the new wave
With a new phrase and a hat trick
Trying to get
pull the twelve gauge, Y'all on the 12 i'm on the first page
Splash
Buckets on Buckets like
Splash
Buckets on Buckets like
Splash
Swish
Drip
Splash
Gotta keep a layer of the armor on me anyways
My 12 gauge is on heavy spray I'm paranoid for heaven sake I'm paralyzed I need a break a pair of lies I
comin' from work and go take the judge out
Richest nigga in the prison, million dollar mugshot (Mugshot)
Buckshot, buckin' out my 12 gauge
You can't
tell
They must be new guages
I’m engaged to this game
When it leaves
I aim my 12 barrel guage
One in the chamber
Killing it
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