Lyrics:
Pedic
I still made it and beat it
I still preach undefeated
But walk home empty handed
The wounds under the bandage
Put there by my mom and dad
But he
SLAB
Getting whooped and tossed
Perpetrating like a G
When you knowing you soft
It's Jay'Ton I ain't playing
When I'm spitting my name
Double 12 gauge
give a row
Atlantic A-D-see is what I'm always givin' up
So niggas see-ware of the notorious "Panic Zone"
Crazy S-be -G
By the way it's Mr. Gangsta Bone
I said look at where we started
The diamonds is so foreign Lotas shirt
Yeah its by Warren
My bitch wanna go party I'm not
She said I'm boring
The vet
my soul to the Lord
Contract we signed it in metal
Man I ain't never gone show you what you thought it was
Teacher asked me bout the brush and cap,
what it is
And every time I climb I wind up back on the skids
You always stood by me
When the natives start to whine
[Chorus: x2]
You're like
at the gun range
And if you think you're too fly my tongue's a 12 gauge
You can't beat me because you can't make it to the function
They can't beat you because
The streets wanted me to die at a young age
12 gauge early end to my evil ways
I lived longer than all of my old constituents
And common sense in
I'm in the kitchen
Praying I don't have to use it but my trigger finger itching
How you keep letting 'em get away with that snitching
It's PYR MBK I
well fuck it I'm pissing
I'll fuck on ya sister
I'm fucking ya motha
I'm slapping ya daddy
I'm shooting ya brotha
(WOO)
(WOO)
All of my niggas my sons
when I got older, he gave me a 12-gauge
So what if I'm a youngblood?
I'm runnin' on much more than dumb luck
Both of us are far from underdogs
Gotta be
more
Let me overdose
Leave me comatose
Yeah
You got exactly what's gonna float my boat
That thing so wet that it keeps the boat afloat
Ride like titanic
no mercy, fuckin' demon comin' out
Gettin' all bloodthirsty, gon' get real nasty with the 12 gauge to your head fragments of you scatter the pavement
I gotta keep on pushin'
I gotta keep on pushin'
Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it back
You ain't gonna get her, she said I'm
was spent on my bail
High off these drugs, just to get me to sleep in the trap
I didn't wanna get raided by 12
I might come off cocky but some call it
Sittin on some 24s
Dippin off on new chrome
Big body with the shotti 12 gauge in the trunk
You know it's probably cream on inside clean on outside fasho
new zip
I got music in the hopper
Like a paintball gun
Keep it heavy like a rocker
Bitch I'm far from done
Matter fact I'm just gettin started
Rest in
it to the gutter we could duke or shoot it out
Switchblades pump gauge, whatever you about
Burn you to ya hood we could bang for the work
For
"the police, urge people, to keep their guns locked up and unloaded"
"congress today, seems on the verge of approving gun control"
It's, time
quite like you baby hey
Fine china boy built by the castle of roses
It´s been alright, this ain´t over soon
It´s the hype
Geah
Ain't nothin but killers in this bitch
Ugh
Check it out
In the muthafuckin house
Nigga
For the 9 to the 6
Ain't nothin but the viii hype thugs
I think I'm being shunned by my feet again
'Cause it's not a homeless life for me
It's just I'm home less than I'd like to be
And it's not
As they dance and I get hot,
Keep throwin' that pussy! Don't stop!
[BM] I like the way you lick the champagne glass
It makes me want
As they dance and I get hot,
Keep throwin' that pussy! Don't stop!
I like the way you lick the champagne glass
It makes me wanna stick my dick in your
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