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non stopping in the studio hip hopping And like a drive by got everybody ducking West coast in the house so it's on and cracking
dolars because they know When we're on the stage, we're in a mothafuckin' range So Dre, why don't you get the 12 guage [yeah] And show 'em how
A 12 gauge Mossberg kid Two shots and you can wet like half a block This shit here gets my dick hard It's a Calico, it holds a hundred shots If you can't
speakin deceivin my only greetin is peace and love but still keep the snub, or .40 HK, pistol grip on the 12 gauge arrived early in class before the bell
VERSE KJV can't leave with out it Is attached to the side of my hip I put my trust in my god But You put your trust inna grip Scriptures loaded i stay
Ice on my wrist Ice on my hips Ice on my feet I know I’m the shit Ice on my wrist Ice on my hips Ice on my feet I know I’m the shit Aye, I’m so icy,
to get paid If I don't make it in this game I got to get the 12 gauge And all I'ma have to say is I tried to Not only my dreams died, I lost my pride,
the hallway floor 12 guage blow slugs Cuz five plus one Tactical sightings make Sure you getting them all I got rifles and pistols And pistols
someone ‘s dead already (Yea) I gotta pop the lead Cuz someone ‘s dead already (brrrt) I Gotta get revenge Cuz someone ‘s dead already Tech on my hip I'm
we in a party, we in a party) We in a party, I'm amused by how you move yo' body (Move yo body) Baby girl she more poppin' in the 12 gauge Shawty She
who shot ya Funk Doctor with the 12-gauge Mossberg Look I got the tools like Rickle To make your mind tickle (yo, Red) For the nine nickel Yo,
laid in a fuckin hot tub Takin my 12 gauge shotgun and pop blood Make hot sluts the Great Lakes lost flood Then graduated to Jeffry Dahmer on dust
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
bad it got my mind racing Way you move it make the time stop The way you move them hips Feel the pressure when I grip ya waist And you fine I'm tryna go
of cush to push what I'm talkin about It's hard to talk the talk with a gauge in yo mouth It's hard to walk the walk with ya back blew out Don't let
grip Got the house by myself, just me and the dog. Ha, ha Sometime ya know that your animal layin' in the floor, lookin' at you like, say, "Uh, you
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
suplemnal, 12-gauge-shot To you're body, tha fuccin criminal ? westcoast beat ? who got tha ? I'm sicc on that gangsta-chit Nah blood or crip, I'ma anybody
after dark (Murda) (Murda) Killin It just don't stop (Homocidal) The 12 gauge left you up and down But another victim called the D-E-A-D Listen to that
who shot ya Funk Doctor with the 12-gauge Mossberg Look I got the tools like Rickle To make your mind tickle (yo, Red) For the nine nickel Yo,
[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2] I rob in my black tee Hit licks in my black tee All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank
Randy Mac is clockin a stupid grip On the party track I'm cold lampin But when the Syndicate rolls I be jackin You thought I fell off, I ain't even
Deevil! Prayin' that 12-12 for hell Felon to sell and slept on a bed of nails like nothing I've ever felt Ghost in a shell, was molded with other
are slugs to a punk Homie they hit hard like a 12 gauge pump I'll cock back let it jump on you chumps Put you in a slump yeet yo body in the dump
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