Lyrics:
the vibe that I'm feelin' inside?
I'm in the mood for sexual healin'
Girl, I'm diggin' your whole M-O, give me a go
You're throwin' innuendos, keep
dolars because they know
When we're on the stage, we're in a mothafuckin' range
So Dre, why don't you get the 12 guage [yeah]
And show 'em how
deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain
Make your shit splatter
Mix the blood like batter then my pocket gets fatter
after the hit, leave you
pledge allegiance to the 12 gauge Mossberg
I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed-off Leather face got a big gun in your face
Behind that bush and when they roll by
We
got em hella mad
Helpful til I see the degree
In which they been giving back
You can see me getting lit
At the salad bar
I been posted with my girl
comin' from work and go take the judge out
Richest nigga in the prison, million dollar mugshot (Mugshot)
Buckshot, buckin' out my 12 gauge
You can't
the gauze 12 gauge, shotty, straight to your body, like a body
Straight to the lobby, like knobby, he was kinda gobby, gobby, gobby
You know I care about you
laughing at the fact a nigga anxious
Girl is in the passenger tell me be patient
Jezzy in the back telling me I won't make it
Stopped by a concert hear
breath of an mc
Feel me
A 12 gauge stage displayed wit all rage
Bet yo last dolla it will make front page
It lasted all night, Mcs filled the black
Some
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
Makaveli, rest in peace
Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body
Mouth like a 12 gauge shot it (feel me) (come get me)
And Ja said he shall be (if
Codeine in my system, fuckin' up my body
Not as bad as I hit you, wit that 12 gauge shawty
We gon' get to the bands today, told mama I promise
We
to a mole
It's like a nigga been here before, shit is a bore
My thoughts soar in the AM
Slay them like a machine round the clock with the 12 gauge aim
been poppin since the mf 12th grade
Got kickback like a mf twelve gauge
You a lil p*ssy boy lucky that the bell rang
Yo bitch ain’t as bad as mine,
on up
While I let these honeys just stack on up
My squad all loud: what you want to do?
I’m a 12-guage homie, you's a 22
But go ahead, my nigga, fly
Just
Treat the little lollipop like Lallapalooza
I'm the one to introduce her, Kama to Sutra
Say she a cougar when it comes to Young Mula
12 gauge, girl
Gwet, you ain't repping, nigga get to stepping
Wet, 12 gauge, walls new grade
Set, ready, go
Smacking that ass with the quickness
Counting this cash with
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
don't want to wake up
And you are not by my side
(So special girl, So special, Your special)
(So special girl, So special, Your special)
(Poncho – she is
Yow Delly (eeeh)
Ah bare riffle dem dong a get kick wid
(long time)
Worse mi go get ah new ting from liquid (wha)
Mi have a 12 gauge wey name chesta
the mirror match
Uh, I never bang Crip 'til I hang with Crips
You lucky, I ain't had a eight on my hip
You seen days when you seen K's
Was on gauge thinking I
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