Lyrics:
cock a 12 gauge
And hop out on that nigga that owe me money
The game dark but it's sweet like honey
I need two things from ya
That's for you to never
the donkey
Crooked eye with 12-gauge full of brass monkey
Nigga what you push the button for?
Rest in peace fool yo ass not a hero
I can't get paranoid
spot
20 grams has got my nigga shot
One nigga less what used to be his chest is now a mess under his vest
[Nate Dog]
And you don't really wanna fuck
bother, all habit
I'm Upping the scope, sending shots to his noggin
A 12 gauge shawty, the scene will be gnarly
I aim for the body, that corpse will be
a 12-gauge shotty
Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
You want to rob me, you gotta leave here with a body
In the streets of New York, You can't trust
come see me,
If ya can, I got this chrome mic in my hand,
That I can load like a 12 guage and damage a man,
Ya understand, No Mercy like T.I., see I
niggas think you really got them guts
To walk up to his house, knock on his door
Let 'em feel the buckshots of a twelve gauge
Backed up by an A-K
'Fore
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
Wit a 12 gauge pump in da trunk and a clip full of funk and a fat purple cush blunt/
So call it what you want/
I call it da fever of da FUNK HOUSE
And I'm a well-made, hell raising, son of a 12 gauge
Been on my Coolio since the Kenan and Kel days
For everybody born in the 90's
Come and find me
at the Arco, put some gas in my Caddy
Armor on my wheels, shine up my Daytons
Check my 12-gauge, I see jackers just waitin'
Got in my car, rolled up
(Chorus - 2x)
Lord tell me why
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh boy things will get brighter
(Z-Ro)
After living through drive-by's got
But record when we off for the time
That's the MO
Roll out with my best bros
12 gauge all my kinfolk
Nigga I'm
On one
Chasing cheese but that thing keep
(The watcher)
But everywhere that I go
I got people I know (The watcher)
Who got people they know
So I suggest you lay low (I watch)
Things just
swerve. Up into my bag, cause I gotta get my mask
And shells, to put in this 12 gauge sawed off, get em' all off, nigga yo'
Loss, take it all off, got
Stomp twelve in my elevens
He prayin like a reverend
Each kick’s for every time them niggas
Shot one of my brethren
They lock me up by force
Slap food
for the way I clap back
Couple hours in the oven, cook it well done
Then mix in the juice, dripping off my body
Coming at you with the force of a 12
And get to leavin or I let this 12 gauge do all my speakin'
Don't push me on the edge, boy (don't push me on the edge, boy)
'Cause I'm aiming for your
yo Eazy! (Yo!)
Hey man why don't you come off the piano for a minute
and bust this crazy shit
[Eazy-E]
Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I
yo Eazy! (Yo!)
Hey man why don't you come off the piano for a minute
and bust this crazy shit
[Eazy-E]
Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I
yo Eazy! (Yo!)
Hey man why don't you come off the piano for a minute
and bust this crazy shit
[Eazy-E]
Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I
tiny
And you run up behind me trying to get pregnant by me
And in a year, I'll bet you'll be on welfare
Don't cry for help dear, you put yourself
baby?)
Keepin' it Gangsta, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yo
How many men could you kill? (Let me count all the bullets I got)
Many bricks could move, (you
fuck wit' me
Shaky niggas do your own thing
Iffy niggas can't do nothin' wit' me
Superstitious wit' the 12 gauge
Fuck a rabbits foot, I got luck wit' me
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