Lyrics:
the world before
You fuck wit' me
Young nigga sheddin' TEC tears
Through these next years
Homie, tatted down and I think I'm addict now
For holding it down
elements (Element)
Pipe dream in her mind judging by her silouette
I (I)
Make my way to the main stage
Shit is popping off like I just shot a 12 gauge (Buck
mo', murder
Will ya die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die, die
Better watch that redrum
The bloody mo', murder mo', merger, it will
mo', murder
Will ya die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die, die
Better watch that redrum
The bloody mo', murder mo', merger, it will
mama Portia please
To send Mavado and Kartel ova seas
Roach gun rip up di mango trees
12 gauge pellet big like bumblebees
Di bryco fit di pocket and mek
I might as well buck fo' profit
Split with my glock and drop it
Leaving his body bloated
Left an ounce on the scene, now they figure dope was
parking and
It's that gangsta instrumental original indo
For the hoes in sexy clothes
They nigga never touched the bank roll
Lemme get that
Drop that
I'm bleeding
Whenever your crying I'm crying
12 gauge it's aimed to my chest not afraid of death when I'm pressed with your lying no Lying
Yuh yuh
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
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
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'
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
got put on my blade
I'll swing this right hand and slice your face
It's a mad thing hand things and nades
12 gauge guns or 12 inch blades
Left turn
on they brother man,
It happens everyday don't make me grab the guage,
Dangerously I play I best to kill wid guage
And put ya body in the back of that grey
stretchin' up to the dashboard,
Wasn't thinkin' how I'd probly get hurt, by a mad dad's 12-gauge in a supercharged Ford,
We were drunk on good love and fun,
you tumble
Now when you try to get up, motherfucker, you stumbled
Now it's a must that I can bust, from the shots from my 12 gauge
Dust to get your
feelin' manly and you say it's comin' in handy
Slidin' my claws from New York down by N. Virginia
Ticklin' you around Delaware before I enter
Total
up
And it's my parrrt of the cut to let you know
That the (harrrder not to haul), you're stuck
I get the gauge, and let it blast
And get you
Arthur Ashe died from aids, no
That's murder, nigga
Murder
Gunfire, death is so quiet, ask why, tell 'em it's
Murder
The sun rise then hide by grey
be the jumper
12 Gauge I call her rage and love to pump her
Let off a few shots clap clap dump her
And now I'm sitting in my coupe
System banging
believe
At 9 o'clock, I saw her
By 10, I had her number
11's when I called her
At 12 o'clock, it happened, I gotta blame
Midnight, I was caught up
It's
night yeah
Glow glow all night
Run up on you
1-2 1-2
What you gonna do
1-2 1-2
And when they run it tup
We gone have em singing
Murder she wrote
Yeah yeah
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