Lyrics:
the 12 gauge
I'm fuckin' your house up, you and your spouse up
You open your mouth up, guarantee you I douce ya
Have 'em writin' about ya, daily I'm in
love
Make money and stand your ground
A rich man has everyone around
I'm built different
I'm made on guage
Blessings from jah
My anointing over flowing
to 'em where they pump at
12 Gauge mashberg
No shell in the head
Before you put in work, you gotta pump that
You done hit a nigga with it and you runnin
and cage
Fair exchange clicked ya bow wid ya 12-gauge
It's time for me to do this shit for all my years hurtin'
See these other niggas bustin' raps that
folks reload or enter heavy scapeways
We probably get robberies wit 12 gauge technology
So I kill blood spill I show no local modesty
Drop em G pay
throat s*** I`m outta sight
I like to get my dick sucked in - broad daylight
Acting bad on the soil acting tough
Break your a** down like a 12-gauge
after dark (Murda) (Murda) Killin It just don't stop (Homocidal) The 12 gauge left you up and down But another victim called the D-E-A-D Listen to that
Yea
Want to know what the bad thing is
I've been doing the exact same shit
I can't help what the code I live by
Get money fuck bad bitches get high
Jump back
Pump that
Love That
Fuck back
Jump back, pump that
Love That, Fuck back
Yeah, yeah, yeah
12 gauge pump, that kick make me jump back
Call it
(uptown), show you what we livin' like
Walking like a man, finger on the trigger
Got money in my pocket, I'm a uptown nigga, nigga
Well, let me take
(uptown), show you what we livin' like
Walking like a man, finger on the trigger
Got money in my pocket, I'm a uptown nigga, nigga
Well, let me take
muthafuck my ol' lady
???'Cause soon tha money left, she was fucking niggas daily???
We already in hell, Lord, please will you save me
I'm riding with a 12
from out the v
You gone be bigger than drake thats what dash keep telling me
Sending money back home for my convicted felonies
Tell bro put something
think it's Madden
The way that we been running plays
Ice down to the shoelace
She want me now it's too late
Loading up the 12 gauge
Gon' knock him out his
Shooting shit for fun
Evergreen came from the fucking slums
Mother fuckers they talk they really don't want none
12 gauge by my fucking side
Chromed out
Shooting shit for fun
Evergreen came from the fucking slums
Mother fuckers they talk they really don't want none
12 gauge by my fucking side
Chromed out
rifles and Tecs
And breakin' niggas' necks like bad checks
Outrageous with 12 gauges, 'L.A. Times' front pages
Leaving mingled bodies hangin' on stages
Aye
(PLUG)
Aye
Aye
I do this shit by myself, aye, I don’t need no help
Aye, nigga try me it’s a wrap like Santa’s elves
Aye, nigga want some smoke?
like I'm 2Pac (yeah)
Opps shoot him from like two blocks (Uh)
Uh, away, nigga, say it to my face (Nah)
12 (12) , gauge (Gauge) , still shoot a nigga, had
her birthday we gon take a flight to the moon
Got a green light gonna race it too
12 pull me over shine a flashlight by my shoe
Haters gimme shit
Wit a 12 gauge pump in da trunk and a clip full of funk and a fat purple cush blunt/
So call it what you want/
I call it da fever of da FUNK HOUSE
I got it on me, uh, aye
You know I got it on me, uh, aye
First gun wasn't a 40, uh, aye
It was a 12 gauge If a nigga try me
I'ma send him to Hells
a beard with no Rogaine
When your girl call me she call me by my code name
Like a magician, I got it on deck
If you don't know my name I take it
can't even count one
Two black guns, I don't know maybe they're Magnums
I don't know what the fuck they're called, I just grab them
12-gauge dumps in
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