Lyrics:
on Cassidy and
A scuffle breaks out between
The entourages and delays the battle
For just over five minutes
You get ya jammed up, I got my blue bands up
I
to do it on occasion
And engagin in .44s and 12-gauges
Some old suckers lay the beat twice as hard
And when you see I got 20'000 bodyguards
I came
on a rampage
With a stolen 12 gauge
Going on a rampage
A bloody fucking rampage
Coming for the fucks
That think they run this town
The ones here for the drugs
forget that
Nothing to prove for the last time
Resume better ask mine
Uzi on me not a Mac-9
Flatline
I come at you niggas with blood in mind
It's
Load it up and let it off that 12 gauge got a whole sound
Hit your street hit your block been swerving through your whole town
I been on that stupid
necks
Not in to fightin' scrubs
I ain't got no love, D12, ridin' for Bugz
Ha y'all ain't seein' Shady Records
Who the fuck you thought this was?
You
Pop, pop, pop, and send a chuckle up above for me
Ayo, currency kept passing me by, but I didn't cry, broke
Got hit off with the pack and started
, fly right by
You'll always be a part of me
I'll never be your enemy
Say that you'll remember me
In your memory
V12, V12, V12
Time speeding like a V12
Murda!"
Never forgot where we come from
Watch how you move your tongue
Cause I got niggas that's ready to jump off in your ass
And smash and crash
chopper piece
So I phone big cuz for a one chopper, sweet
Just to see if that one chopper beats
By now, you must know what chopper means
Clip black, but
to get 'em up with two thugs
Runnin' side by side with number one
Murder mo drop my gauge on 'em
When the po-po chase,
If they catch me barehanded I
bout a thing
But I do it for my city wanna make em' all hear
1 2 3 4
Open that door for I cock and load
If you loaded better put ya hands up
Close ya
ounces and you fronted your boy two
And he gave a half to his boy
And the police raided the spot then he flushed one and a half
And he ask you for one mo'
Energy made this one
Don't do it to him
He ain't die, God was with him, he got mine for sure
Shoot the Drake from the waist down like it's rock
our future don already go
Till eternity say me i wanna take it off
Why suffer things you never do
When you got to scatter anybody you see for
hoo-ride
But I ain't going out in a fucking homicide
And the closer they got I grabbed my gauge
Slapped the bitch, I know this shit will make the front
let my nuts hang
What is it in me makes me feel like I gots ta murda ya?
You slip when I'm high, pullin' my ticket, nigga you die, soldier
Four
let my nuts hang
What is it in me makes me feel like I gots ta murda ya?
You slip when I'm high, pullin' my ticket, nigga you die, soldier
Four
Carlisle Von
Who got fired from UPS for tryna send you a bomb
(Special delivery) I sign to a local label for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, take
Hold 'em down, hold 'em up, yo
It's gonna be a killin' after midnight
Niggas gettin' reday for the big fight
You could say this one's a murder by
Yeah
Vlone on my body
Vlone round' nobody
Never bit a bullet of a 12 gauge shotty
No one likes to drink, just the way it feels
They don't like
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
Playa, you know that I'm gang
Hold up
12 gauge pump, that kick make me jump back
Call it my shorty 'cause she like when I pump that
Bend her ass over with
you've never been
I don't come from the hood
The hood comes from me
Catch you, public no notary
One shot from the 12-gauge
Ain't no barber get you well
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