Lyrics:
"I've seen 357s i've seen 12-gauge
Shotguns i've seen 12-gauge
Um, pumps, eight-shooters i've seen
Um 45, um
Military special with clip
pledge allegiance to the 12 gauge Mossberg
I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed-off Leather face got a big gun in your face
Behind that bush and when they roll by
We
trained to kill
Give a fuck about you hoes, spill ya blood for thrills
Grip ya body, naked shakin' we neck breakin'
Niggas in my hood be runnin' while them
breath of an mc
Feel me
A 12 gauge stage displayed wit all rage
Bet yo last dolla it will make front page
It lasted all night, Mcs filled the black
Some
the cops out
I don't sell drugs so I don't come out
I'm posted in the cut with the sawed off
.12 gauge on me, I ain't pump fakin'
I'mma serve foolie like
in a colorless whip, bags of grip
Doo-rags and clips, tag the strip
You had the chance to advance
I'm sorry for the holes in your hip
Son, it's
Hold all of them missing weapons
You thought I would miss my blessing
The ultimate misdirection ya
Your husband was drug dealer
For 14 years he sold
the south legal weapons carry lethal weapons
Try me and the usher by your casket these are my confessions
I'm Bryan Michael Cox with the 12 gauges
Turn your
yeah, I'm bout my business
12-gauge shotty turn you to an acrobat
It leave you flipping
No, and I can never fall off
You'll never catch me tripping
If I
You read the stars it's in me by design
You play your part I'm one to pay the price
If ya soul cost an arm and leg Need a payout
I been running routes
Blocka Blocka
Rude boy rude boy
I'm here to introduce to you a new Dance by my sis
Niambi
Move yo body n yo hips to da
Rhythm
Then you dip an you
We goin' platinum, nigga
We goin' platinum
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this
of features
Don't fucking preach to the choir, to the choir
Bet, bet that the devil been a liar, been a liar
But I'm
Losing my grip
Shoot from the hip
One in
a mo'fucking body
I'm prepping for war, I grip the the glock and a sword
Gotta get ready, before the 12 gauge roar
Get back, mane
I got no problem with blood
I'm
for the mercenary
12 gauge shotty double grips
Reflex dot
Mag release
Mag release
Mag release
Mag release
We put them in the air put them in the air
ass by the hair and drug her out the window
Pushed out the car while I fired up the Indo
So watch out, fool, don't let me catch ya slippin
I'll be
to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One
to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One
to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One
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
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
Vin in my Tier
Ventin to tears, smoke stack, always needin a zip
Niggas always needy, fuck it I'ma keep it a grip
Niggas never need ya when ya under da
on my hips no lie
Niggas neva tested, fuck aroun they'd did
Gotti gotti got the shotty to ya body body
No funny, push me n ima catch a homi homi
Lemme
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