Lyrics:
'cause it's cursed
makin' money makes a difference day by day so I gotta stay
paid, no doubt, day in and day out
This life is like a vicious cycle
Yeah (Yeah)
Oh yeah D.Heat you know (Oh yeah I know D.Heat)
They say he don't do that trap shit (Say what?)
Yeah
Finesse me a play then dip out
Sell
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
come on through a nigga all up on her
Some trick done got mad and ran to the wagon and grabbed a 12 gauge pump
Probably full of that numby numb that
11
Layzie bone:
23
Now, I think playtime is over.
5
12
Flesh-n-bone:
25
Yeah, what's happenin? platinum?
5
11
Layzie bone:
see
Nuttin?
5
the surgeon slugs
still pounds when Bobby Steels 12 gauge gonna pay deadly chronicles
We, held up in Gotham take heed and protect your seeds
We fall like all
they be robbing
As long as Big Boi's still living, never standing by my lonesome
Step up nigga, if you want some
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
Rhyme Syndicate, a storm incubating
The Syndicate's stronger day by day
12-gauge leave suckers brutally
Layin' in the concrete, kick ya face
Your
jails
In the cell, countin' days in this livin' black hell
Do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a 12 gauge pump for
of our livez
See tha murda mortalise, see tha murda mo, these are the days of our livez
These are tha dayz of our livez, these are tha dayz of our livez
didn't have no chips
And my pockets was short, and I started to trip
To maintain wasn't a problem, stopped by my bitch house
She was poppin' with
on the maximum
Not a 45' or 44' Magnum and it ain't even a 357
Nor 12' gauge but the mouth so listen
Nandito na si Kiko at kasama ko si Chito at si Gloc-9
jails
In the cell, countin' days in this livin' black hell
Do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a 12 gauge pump for
I got a 357, a 45, and a gauge
But Ms. Katie put mo' motherfuckers on the front page
If I gotta pull a trigger I'ma shoot to kill
Not tryin to hurt
But it got kick though shoot to kill
Blue steel but I ain't Crip tho
Clips no sell three go and buy six mo'
Then cook it till it oils no Crisco
And make
Me and my bitch, took a little trip
Down to the garden, took a little dip (oh no)
Apple juice falling from her lips took a little sip (boom)
Little
weekend
My end of the week commences by rippin' out the 20 inches
SOS for the road, Gerbraud's creased to the floor
No mo' sweets to flow on the sto'
Your arm
I'm meeting My white boy out there by a farm
With this Glock on my hip I don't need no alarm
Slide through them 'partments late night don't give
waitin, I'm not waitin on yo ass no mo[00:12.02]Green light emoji yo ass can go[00:14.04]I ain't gon play wit my bag lil hoe[00:17.51]My focus on gettin
experimented life as a young Gump.
Them days long gone, school bells done rung no mo'.
Spendin' hours at the house, in my favorite chair.
Slow mo', custom
at ease
Take notes cause here it comes
The murda' mo comin' to carry you, oh you oh
Wake up and they sittin' and pullin' their gauge out, Murder
Take notes 'cause here it comes
The murder mo comin' to carry you, oh you oh
Wake up and they sittin' and pulling their gauge out, murder
And they put it
through his ass, he extra soft
And now I'm on a rampage, my partner grabbed the 12 gauge
And threw it to me, started blastin', let three off, let four off
Cause I'm with the shit like your gallbladder
30 rounds in that 12 gauge
?????? that's overkill
I live life in the fastlane
Either catchup or be
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