Lyrics:
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,
on the roof
He shows no pity as victims are shot
The only thing to stop him are the bullets from SWAT
Ten people died on a sunny day
BUT TELL ME WHO TAUGHT HIM
on the roof
He shows no pity as victims are shot
The only thing to stop him are the bullets from SWAT
Ten people died on a sunny day
BUT TELL ME WHO TAUGHT HIM
is wrong
Glaze finna get his mothafuckin' rap on
So would whack DJ's back up off the 12 gauges
Give him some room
While the boom from the stage is
Brain freeze
Anytime when Me walk
An Me touch the street
Listen the beat
Me name
Take it to the streets
Murder
Me crave
Ready
Any day
12 gauge
Buss your
you got me curious, you probably look better when you dead
Nine by the spine, fifth in the holst'
Scum bag, it's them D-Block boys, Daddy, Kiss
you got me curious, you probably look better when you dead
Nine by the spine, fifth in the holst'
Scum bag, it's them D-Block boys, Daddy, Kiss
a plug)
Front me extra, show me love
Now I'm flexin' in a Wraith
They hatin' on me too
And every sleepless night
Led me to where I am
Bitches that
by funk
Mothafucka, you ain't see my trunk
I got a (SK) and a (AK)
And a (12 gauge) that'll fuck a nigga whole day
So recognize a real nigga from
we’ve mixed it down
Get used to the face because I’m sticking around
Its you or the money I’m picking the pound
Legitimate cash so I’m legally bound
I’m
it
Like, ever since I was Young
Money was mandatory
I was lovin' (Love &) Hip Hop like Stevie J
Mills came when they put the camera's on me
Got hammers
save in a me safe
Gal a Bombrush me and Bay-C a rave
Stainless this shot like a 12 guage
US and Pound move in a mi place
And the queen in a mi pocket,
shotgun
Gave that bitch molly and a 12 gauge bet that hoe pop one
Ooh I got the ratchets on me
Fuck the couch I'm on the floor with these ratchets homie
, and hop on these
So money never meant a thing to me, yo watch me go on, I got dough, shoppin' spree
I'm a banksta, I keep money, so fresh from the heels
shit I’m self made,
No nine to five I’m in the streets I’m self paid,
This not no hand Gun this a 12 gauge,
Cross the tracc I got the drac from the 3,
Yeah
Vlone on my body
Vlone round' nobody
Never bit a bullet of a 12 gauge shotty
No one likes to drink, just the way it feels
They don't like
grab that 12 gauge
Cause that's the only way a niggaz gonna get paid
I'm on my way to my old bank
They know me real good and they don't think that I'd
Skepta you're a prick, you're not major
Draw for the 12 gauge or 12 gauger
Sum wung san malai pun yo tai omi ay wung sun
Skepta's a battyman
I will end
Yeah, Uh
Man made money, money made man mad
Man made money, money made man mad
Man made money, money made man mad
Man made money, money made man
That's what's Up
Aight
[Young Buck:]
I'm Not Stopin', Ya Heard What I'm Sayin'
Put The Money In My Hand, And Catch Me If You Can
[D-Tay:]
Pointe
laid in a fuckin hot tub
Takin my 12 gauge shotgun and pop blood
Make hot sluts the Great Lakes lost flood
Then graduated to Jeffry Dahmer on dust
signals in your eyes
Whiskey drowns the butterflies
You and me on the tailgate
Feel that shot like a 12-gauge
Started with a flicker
Feel the heat
me pop my shit
Drama still added on, stayin' positive
All my niggas on my side, on the opposite
Get money from a show, then deposit it (Ugh)
Your
my dick sucked in broad daylight
Acting bad on the soil acting tough
Break your ass down like 12-gauge Doyle bluff
You know if, ooh, that's what
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