Lyrics:
tell
They must be new guages
I’m engaged to this game
When it leaves
I aim my 12 barrel guage
One in the chamber
Killing it
than death, commendable
But the time has come to pay, and it is I who shall be rewarded
by your demise. I’ve come for blood, blood, blood..."
“Oh shut
Drop like this bitch
Lay the fuck down
Drop like this bitch
Drop like this bitch
Drop like this bitch
Ying yang in the thang we make these hoes cry
Drop
Well, let's see, it seems to be a mystery
But all I know I never let the money get to me
Stay down like the truest
Thug Life until I check out this
crackers by Nabisco
A pack of Dentyne and I pulled out a 10
And said, "fuck it, Supersacco and gin
I'm finna act a fool"
Now I'm drivin' down Compton
of perversion, fuckin bitches on Persian rugs
Washin niggas like detergent, it's the surgeon
Slugs propels from Bobby Steele's 12 gauge
Front page, "Daily
gauges from a shotgun blast
I never saw people run so fast, aight?
Stay up all night, then sleep all day
Makin' big Luci and would have it no other way
In
I was getting head ducking 12 in a high speed
Niggas be bitches I can tell by they mind Speed
Don't get poked running up tryna blind me
You was my
on my back like
King kong in the trunk beat you 12-12
That’s a 12 gauge handed by the 12th grade
And I’m from Harlem so you know we fly high
Buckle up ma
almost shot my foot
Surrounded by crackheads, I would wonder?
Will a nigga ever make it out this gutter?
Cops would come, all of us would run
There was
of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to
Yeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face
Im headed for
(Puff puff)
Till my lung collapse, what's wrong with that?
You hypocrite, just a little bit you know you down with it
It's all good in your hood
Well, let's see, it seems to be a mystery
But all I know I never let the money get to me
Stay down like the truest
Thug Life until I check out this
to be
Perfect, disciples, when its survival told by the double edged sword triple,
Six rivals spittin' fire this the real truth bitch, breaking down for
by day
Go down in di ghetto and hear what the people a say
One good thing
When it hits you feel no pain
One good thing about music
When it hits
the latest trends
Now my weight is thin but shit
You can't judge a picture if
You gon' break the lens lay a gem
Drop jewels constantly on the hottest beats
ass and I'm a physically tear it up
another G witha glock givin a fuck about a cop
I do my talkin with a 12-gauge buckshot
like Spice 1 I'm
them that he was suicidal.
(chorus) rage, 12 gauge, one mo down
Page, my age, I'm a clown(3 times)
I'm a clown in every word you heard, mitch bade hatas
A 12 Gauge Sound
[D-Tay:]
I Keep The Dough In, Swing The Chopper And The Pit-Bull Shit
If He Run, He Ain't Gettin One, Get A Clip Full Of It
That's
off (naw)
12 guage Mossberg shotgun (lay down)
Drop son (drop son)
I hurt a hater and you better hope you not one (bwai)
I put your noggin on the tee
guage mossberg
The nigga said "yo, what's for sale"
And the bitch came out with a bag of ya-yo
She made the drop and got the 20 dollars
From a smoked
and let bang
Try to escape
Shoot em down with the 12 gauge
5.56 to the brain
Shoot these kids like I'm in Ukraine
Walk in the lunchroom
Throw a couple
Yeah
(Yeah yeah)
It's Dolph, Migos
Drop that sack off, drop them racks off
Bad bitch in my car, takin' her panties off
We know you real soft,
P.I.M.P that's me Drop it off
Pimp Sam Pop it off
I'm hard top it off
No money no sport fucking them niggas call it off
Down south niggas
Down south
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