Lyrics:
I was raised in the bayou down in the swamp
Ate most of my meals from a 12 gauge pump
Daddy taught me how to fish nanny taught me how to cook
12-gauge Mossberg pump let it blow
They talk about this
They talk about that
But I don't relate to you weirdos
I'm stuck in the field
Where the danger
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
be the jumper
12 Gauge I call her rage and love to pump her
Let off a few shots clap clap dump her
And now I'm sitting in my coupe
System banging
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 wanna make my
pull the 12-gauge out and put your brains where your man be
I'ma give you a reason why you can't stand me
Cuz on the real, you ain't a factor like Marcus
Prayin' at 12:12 for hell, felon to sell
And slept on a bed of nails, like nothing I've ever felt
Ghost in a shell was molded with other demons
How are you stoppin' us? They is not toppin' us
You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos
Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya
Put money
To the ground like hot bullet shells at the fingertips of my 12 gauge weapon
Raise yourself up young blood before you ski into a fatal deadly catastrophe
Against
looked up, and all I saw was blue lights
If I die tonight, I'm dying in a gunfight
I grabbed the AK, my homie took the 12 gauge
Load 'em up quick,
diss, head split
That 12 gauge bore helmet (helmet)
Gun pelting, war sweet like Nesquik
Go fi dem smooth like velvet (velvet)
Eastsyde rule more than
to the base
I don't know what you think, but if you thinkin' like me
My 12 gauge is the only damn protection I need
My pride ain't too strong to be afraid
dat thing by da hip be on
Da handle by my grip be on
Ima Take it for a ride nigga
When dat thing up on da hip
You gotta give dat thing a grip?
cnd take
Granddaddy purp gotta nigga feeling right
Top shelf 3's up
It's a all night flight
Its dat 12 before 6 shyt
Not a movie but you probably gne need a reel
to Do
Of why in the Fuck did I grip it Up
An leave "Scrappy" parts of the Dude
Now back to the Plot
Plot
Its 12 on the Dot
Dot
So I yell out the Call
on (Let's go)
Oo, Pushthru
When ya in tha pit, get a grip, throw a ninja straight atchu
Like Oo (Pushthru) Pushthru
Don't know who is you better have your
And if he gone die on his soul I call dibs
12 gauge pointed right at his lip
Squeezing the trigger now I'm watching him flip
Found his body got more slits
Millimeter Ruger
16 shots, hollow points will go through ya
and this? this here? this is a 12 gauge Mossburg kid,
two shots and you can wet like half
12
Medium
Shy top wallies on, straight from England
I got taps on mines, ya'lls is leaning
Fuck ya star pussies for real
Ya'll just dreaming
Wake up,
please
Just got served by little niggas on the 10-speed
12 years old, got bumps they can't keep
A straight killer, a fool, a lil' ass gee
God
to catch up if it can my stance repels hate a rebel on verse takes
Weaponized wordplay today I'm a 12gauge tomorrow I'm a rusty tucked shank
Scalpel
stocks and bonds
I barely trust my piggy bank
Talking bout you really street
Gauge you by the team you keep
Skinny Jeans, n rainbow hair
Playlist got me
these Fairfax blocks for ages
Organic for breakfast, free-ranging on stages
It's twelve-noon on my clock, engaged for 12 Gauges
I spit the plague,
Medusa on da hip
Turn ya ass to stone
See it now ya dead
Don't you play with this
Medusa got a grip
Don't you stare to long
See the light it's the end
Bx
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