Lyrics:
you know what time it is)
They understand and support us
(I ain't goin' out) theodore (uh-huh!)
[ghostface killah]
Eh-yo!
Stark edition, rock
got out, time to stack like skyscraper
My girl she a ride or die
Always smoking, I'm hella high
Smell the gas when I ride by
Said he getting money, he
bumping[00:58.12]Out the radio yelling roll tide[01:00.32]Yeah I'm riding on a dirt road dirt road swervin' dirty on a dirt road[01:09.49]Good Lord, catching that Chevy
They call me Layzie the Kid
Tha names Powder P
Can I get a 12 guage?
Outlawd everyday
On the front page
Now Mr. Kid
If you give me the lowdown
In Studio 54, Waiting to Exhale
When in the world 12 disciples, in this life cycle
That's trifle, so my impact's a twenty gauge rifle
Fifty/fifty
new place oppositions
Stand no chance against the best of us killers could it be
Any worse than a 12 gauge sending 'em into a hurst where
They are
your freak, to freak me, the freak
Played out along the week and fell steep in the creek
So I'ma put my crown upon the peak
And do it just for
again
Come on
12 whites on a black, what's next?
Pull a man out his truck and get stretched
I got a grudge with the judge
Cause he don't show no love for
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
I'ma chop out the pen with my crew (crew)
No mechanic, but I keep a tool (ah)
Gunna got hoes by the twos (got hoes by the twos)
Up the stick and don't
dodging 12
What's up Offset
Shouts out to DJ Durel, give'em hell
Shout out to my manager Rel
He can book a damn show, he can book a bag in
When he going
irregular?
And if you want to get all hype, I'll have to settle ya
By pullin out my 12-gauge shotgun
And if you want to go rhyme for rhyme, I got some
Dope
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'll go get my 12gauge and bust one
Slug in your head in god you trust son
I dont like the reverand when I state
Dont even pass the collection plate
to me I'm an idol
Skinny as a rifle, load up my 12-gauge disciple
Make an example out of a rival, Tell him beat it like he Michael
Niggas crying cause I
station
Well that's just pathetic
Well since that's what it is
I'ma pull a 12 gauge and pump lead
Since you think my pump's unleaded
Yeah, that part
Why you
it
You might do the talking, but I do the walking
Can't nobody stop me from getting my profit li'l nigga
In the beamer with 12k Gotti, pulling out
hearin' shots ring out 12 o'clock at night
A car full of dead niggas in the midnight
Because it gave the cops a reason just ta shoot 'em up
But now they
be this mang
He spaz like 12 gauge gave them
Buck shots straight face aim to the chest frame bang
Someone save em I'm a bake em' asada con salsa güey
I'll go get my 12gauge and bust one Slug in your head in god you trust son I dont like the reverand when I state Dont even pass the collection plate
right out the sky go bad
From outta nowhere, you might find your career
Come to it, and I was like (oh, yeah)
See us come to award shows we're like
Dreamcast, me and 9th, we blast
12-gauge shottie, why you still shooting bean bags?
Think fast, we don't slack when we attack
Move like a Japanese cat in
thang's in ya face man
It's Project Pat wit' that 12 gauge strapped ya'll
I blow yo' chest out yo' motherfucking back dawg
Chorus-4x
Pat starts
12 gauge pump started trippin
Kick the door open, blood stains cops came
Quietly I had to remaintain thang, same thang
My love don't fit you, I
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