Lyrics:
Squeeze the trigger
Rampage on stage,my crews in a rage
Searched my posse,found the Uzi but missed the 12 gauge
Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin'
what's that I just heard a noise
Get the 12 gauge and I call my boys
Motherfuckers is plottin' to get me, I know when I'm dreaming this
So that's
glocks
Wearin' all these colors, like they shop in a Crayola box,
They take shots, so I shoot back
12 gauges, see my verses have the same effect as bible
Paying top 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
take higher doses
Mix my mixer with elixir
I get fucking twisted
At the anual Christmas mixer
I stay fucking loaded
Like a 12 gauge shotty
Triple Belgium
Them niggaz jumped out 12-gauge ( ? )
Give me the keys to your shit, or get shot in the rump
My girl got out first, they said (Ooh, look at that)
Not
They call me Layzie the Kid
Tha names Powder P
Can I get a 12 guage?
Outlawd everyday
On the front page
Now Mr. Kid
If you give me the lowdown
the slum
Steady on my grind
I've been pulling stunts
Ain't bothered by hates
I do the snubbing
RIP Parle G
Daddy slumped
Always on my mind
We were raised
hunt with a 12-gauge pump
Sendin muthafuckas to the dump
The nigga killa, known to slam a hoe
Finger on the trigger, lettin the hammer go
Boom-boom,
too popped if yo ass 2 Pac
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain't never holly that but I
Got a Maserati in it
hold it, head bone
I'm a 12-gauge, I don't niggas fishin' like a croaker
I make you visualize emotions, gun got rhythm, it's a poet
Niggas' pride's
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Twelve-gauge shotguns, I seen twelve-gauge, um, pumps
I don't give a fuck
I could talk a cat off the back of a fish truck
Tell me what's up
All
create and tape
A series for me
Lyrically he not hard, fuck Akh bars (Akbar)
The ratchet that'll blow his top
Off I call Teairra Mari
It couldn't be
It's too early to Lef this club
It's too early to leave (Brikbrik)
Tell eh dawg them Mi a cut from 12
And 2:30 mi nuh leave
It's too early to left
a 12-gauge shotty
Got machetes and them cannons loaded up
Got them xany's and that lean in my cup
These politician's can come up missin', I'm on a mission
You
thang's in ya face man
It's Project Pat wit' that 12 gauge strapped ya'll
I blow yo' chest out yo' motherfucking back dawg
Chorus-4x
Pat starts
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
team though
Niggas are bilingual
"N'Na Bunduki", that is stick talk
Skinny nigga, full equipped
12 gauge with the stick, 12 gauge with the dick
But I'm
the advancement and run
Drive-by you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none
Born straight up out a pussy
and that's tragic
12 Gauge make em' do a back flip
Make him disappear like magic
Bad lil bitch got a coke nail make her go to sleep off Xannies
Strap go bang
his legs lock
(a ha ha ha ha ha, shh)
Don't call the cops (call the cops)
Wrap his body, put it in a box (wrap it up)
If you the Huncho then you make
to the collection of the fucks whose death emitted
Every time i'm triggered and set off
I'm like a 12 gauge I'm a sawed off
Explosive if you get too close
Slow down
of the fucks whose death emitted
Everytime i’m triggered and set off
I’m like a 12 gauge I’m a sawed off
Explosive if you get too close
Slow down for a minute
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