Lyrics:
Show some respect or - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Go 'head call the cops! - GET
Shot the fuck up! what?
Every other day I hear niggas tryna murc me
But it's
now I get that cash sell perico and hydro
Money in the stash like my brother Geraldo
So fall back and look at the new don the 12 gauge fold niggas
jails
In the cell, countin' days in this livin' black hell
Do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a 12 gauge pump for
Bust this K ray J no cam
cnd you on the phone screaming !
What?
Ha couldn't be me
What's a hoe to money you see ?
I did seen one of my Xs do me dirty
Glory-holing fuck bitches
Leave pussy swollen
Im the broken table
That disabled all the fables
Leave ur shirt stained with
My 12 gauge close range
Slithering
me when we not sober
And she got dreams of a Matte Rover
Windows all blacked out, wanna be a racked out shawty
Like a 12 gauge niggas tryna catch
it back to their headquarters safely
A 49 year old unidentified man went berserk last night
Opening fire with a 12 gauge shotgun
Leave me alone terror
say everything I do
I'm the first mexican
Aint no love and aint no peace, bro
My 12 gauge shotty will make
Your chest look like a pizza
Things I do, I'm
on that shit, I bring it to 'em
where they pump at, 12-gauge Mausberg
No shell in the head 'fore you put in work
You gotta pump that - you done hit a nigga
Told me call Karl Kani, and all my other brothers
I told my sister Walker, who was the smoothest talker
Negotiate the deal with them other money stalkers
pound, nigga that's the motto
Let me see you throw them things and if it's real
Nigga keep it real
Show me your game
I'm sure gonna claim
What
To make a crowd jump like a 12-gauge pump
Servin lots of speedknots when I fuck with chumps
Size havin nothin to do with this matter
My name is like
CBD
I won't say a motherfuckin' word, bitch, I ain't Keefie D
Death Row, no limit records, ain't that the same chain
Cash money records on me, check out
find you in a ditch
This dope ain't yo dope
And these cuts and yo cuts
Yo, but this is my 12 gauge in yo muthafuckin guts
Don't make me pump this
raised by a gun
And it's ironic 'cause my pops
Ain't give me no advice rappin' in the car
But couldn't stay the same
'Cause there's no room to turn into
[Chorus: Krayzie & (Layzie)]
Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector,
Needin' me money, no ease up tonight,
(See niggas can't stand us, so they label
Guap, Guap
Getting all this money this money
I don't do no talking
12 k on my second song
I guess it's popping
Your girl keep listening to my
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
ransacking all of my pockets
I'm feeling so sick cause this shit is a joke
Desperate to acquire Benjamin Franklins
Might make me some money by selling this
a way
In a space coupe feeling like i'm outer space
Put her in chanel lemme fuck her face
YSL jeans like 10k
Diamonds they hit like a 12 gauge
And this
Canteen
(Put that money in my books
I need that)
Honey Buns, batteries
Spicy veg soup
12
Stand by for Canteen
Standing by for Canteen
(Put that money In my
me I see some niggas they creeping outside my window
I'm ready to bang bang bang aim the 12 gauge pump let my lead go
Give it up for the bloody murda
swerve. Up into my bag, cause I gotta get my mask
And shells, to put in this 12 gauge sawed off, get em' all off, nigga yo'
Loss, take it all off, got
fuck wit' me
Shaky niggas do your own thing
Iffy niggas can't do nothin' wit' me
Superstitious wit' the 12 gauge
Fuck a rabbits foot, I got luck wit' me
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