Lyrics:
scared of paper
Thirty buck shots in this 12-gauge, it might fly up out your hand
Call my Haitians with machetes, they'll decapitate a man
Announce
And she got dreams of a Matte Rover
Windows all blacked out, wanna be a racked out shawty
Like a 12 gauge niggas tryna catch a body
Yeah it’s insane when
I Feel like I’m picachu I’m sparkin shit (Let’s get it poppin)
Ain’t no drive by bitch we Parkin it (Parkin it)
Hop out on a n***a if barkin shit
shop, and get the phat dough
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal now, blinking with us or put your shield down
Faggot, fuck fuck
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
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
right?
So the philosophy we learned on the streets
We now bring to this muthafuckin stage
And at this time we likes to unload
These lyrics like a 12-gauge
If she ain't ever met a real nigga
Understood
Man them people got it kinda hot around this bitch
Ima link up with Supabad and drop me some shit
We in
It's a muh fucking good time
I Ain't talking bout a muh fucking pork rind
Should've known I don't play bout mine bitch
Double 0 buckshots in the 12 gauge
Girls how they drop it down low down low
When I take it to the spot watch it go watch it go
Gotta see it see it now here we go here we go
Gotta love
from the buck shot
see, fuck it when the gun drops, you know its in a hoes cock
so there it goes, not the average nigga
the baby killa, (???a rabies)
on the Real Thing
Daddy comes out with a 12 gauge shotgun
Had a flashback from his days in Viet Nam
Honey please you're my daughter
I guess she forgot all
and girls for breakfast
You're a titan of the nuclear age
Your muscles flex with a Uzi or 12 gauge
And you love the game, that's why you boast
Because
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
shouldn't cop drops motherf***er
Like it's something for me to shoot your pops motherf***er, what
[Primo scratches]
[Jadakiss]
Ayo the dopes
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Shit was all bad just a week ago, yeah
Woke up the next morning I was on
They can't slow it down now
Where we going next? Sky high
mask up on the freeway and
A shoot-out on the news ghost ride the whip
Using that skull up on the AK
Spray through the
Run the police-issued 12 gauge (On
drop Nomore number slumber Timber
When chop 12 Gauge shotty on me buck Shot dont stop Dont think no blink duck Shots
Youre block 4 cops Mosburg pump dont
above his fireplace
Hard to hear the angels in a shallow grave
You gotta
Run run Just as fast as you can
I got this cold 12 gauge I'm boogeyman
Defined by
bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age
He was so young but still a
Victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse
Mind full of sick thoughts
jaw like a side effect
and fuck you hood rat hoes, in the project
Got a 12 gauge and I'm holdin it down
who want to ride with me cause I'm headed east
think it's peak
And I get down my ops with godly like aim
That's your girl in the line of fire of my game
If I confiscate your wife that's a shame
Her iq
this motherfucker
With a helm a front 12 gauge
Pump and flip this Daffy
Duck deal and none of y'all fuck with the kid
I had 'em hooks to hang 'em pigs
I done put it down with my click, and stood on my own,
And kill flesh and I rest on the nine
I'll be fuckin' with y'all, slangin' my dogs
And em'
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