Lyrics:
on the phone
I'm just a prisoner of love
Always hid from the light
Take me dancin'
Please take me dancin' tonight
Verse 2: (Will)
It's 12 o'clock(12
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,
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold-shootin'
P.O.W.'s got hung
What the fuck do I know about a grenade
All I know is the couch and my 12 gauge
And what if that pin gets stuck?
Several more
P.O.W.'s got hung
What the fuck do I know about a grenade
All I know is the (????) in my 12 gauge
And what if that pin gets stuck?
Several more casualties
Watch me shoot a movie
Go hard
It's proven
If you saw me lose it
I Don't need a holster
Bitch I Fruit of Loom it
12 gauge
To your face
If I'm
sweet tea
Sonic speed fuck 12 fuck them cops
Tomb raider twin Glocks for them ops
Cock it back hurry up chop chop
Patek on my wrist bust down top notch
Makaveli, rest in peace
Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body
Mouth like a 12 gauge shot it (feel me) (come get me)
And Ja said he shall be (if
subscribers up then I'll do part two
Smash or pass on yats
But anyway, they say the 44 can't jam
So I think I'll smash
And I'll smash the 12 gauge
Even though
by funk
Mothafucka, you ain't see my trunk
I got a (SK) and a (AK)
And a (12 gauge) that'll fuck a nigga whole day
So recognize a real nigga from
cheap clothes
That was til I got the cheat code
12 gauge I was have to bust it reload
Whoop you in spades get dust in c-low
Yeah I be rapping bout
to the ground
They'll hunt your fame with a 1,2 smile
They'll hunt u down with a 12 shot gauge
and hit up your spot with a 1,2
I was in jail with a couple
Tallahassee
Under pressure niggas turning faggy
12 gauge when I slide why you lookin at me
Niggas don't know what I been through
I told that lil bitch she can
and cage
Fair exchange clicked ya bow wid ya 12-gauge
It's time for me to do this shit for all my years hurtin'
See these other niggas bustin' raps that
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold-shootin'
nigga go hard
They say Oz you go hard
Pull up inna mopar
Oh, I got more cars
Gauge:
No keys them mufuckas ghost start
Drip match the whip it look like
Yow Delly (eeeh)
Ah bare riffle dem dong a get kick wid
(long time)
Worse mi go get ah new ting from liquid (wha)
Mi have a 12 gauge wey name chesta
shotgun
Gave that bitch molly and a 12 gauge bet that hoe pop one
Ooh I got the ratchets on me
Fuck the couch I'm on the floor with these ratchets homie
miss it cause they be cappin
Pretty cars in the yard
Walkie talkies and security guards
Them muthafuckers had money out the ass and it was evident
By
these Fairfax blocks for ages
Organic for breakfast, free-ranging on stages
It's twelve-noon on my clock, engaged for 12 Gauges
I spit the plague,
wit Higher Intentions
Out of dodge and out of focus
Blur it wit the magic
You don't even see it passin'
Magic carpet in the sky
12 Gauge on it, no
they gon' let that bih spray
Gang, snipe 'em, bang bang
No drive-by, this personal, hit you close range
If we really beefin' why you put it
a 12 gauge. The
first stage of insanity people say it aint wise to get faded off the
ST.Ides. A mother cries,another
son lies in a casket,life was fun
to Rawls pick me a beat to freak on
Something with a lotta bass and some highs to tweet on
The drums, I give it a run, you know, turn the heat on
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