Lyrics:
can't even count one
Two black guns, I don't know maybe they're Magnums
I don't know what the fuck they're called, I just grab them
12-gauge dumps in
when I ride by[02:28.79]Loud pipes let em know we're on the same side[02:31.71]Just looking for a good time[02:35.06]Dirt road swervin' down in south
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
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
young but still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse, mind full of sick thoughts
And I ain't goin' back to court, so fuck what you thought
tha feild ina minute its makin me sick
Drum on tha tactical 12 guage wit a laser to point out a bitch
Keep speaking on nate bitch I know where you stay
grab that 12 gauge
Cause that's the only way a niggaz gonna get paid
I'm on my way to my old bank
They know me real good and they don't think that I'd
and you got your pride
You ride till there ain't no place to hide
It's sad 'cause the bad guys always die
He was "Shady", I seen by the look on his
makin', hop out they shakin' if we got problems than do some
I got a switch a new gun
Dare you to test me let's see if they do run
Huh, let's see if they do
I just let him bleed, don't talk to me
Please shut the fuck up
12 gauge sawed off on me guarantee I'll fuck yo lungs up
I just took his soul, I need
Creepin' on your homicide
Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by,
Boogie Nikke's on a night ride
Thuggin through my thuggish ass hood
Y'all already know comin' outta the trunk is a AK who?
With a 12 gauge what?
[Chorus]
[Krayzie Bone]
We back with a vengeance 'cause rap took
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
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
on my back like
King kong in the trunk beat you 12-12
That’s a 12 gauge handed by the 12th grade
And I’m from Harlem so you know we fly high
Buckle up ma
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
to homicide
My city's full of gangbangers and drive-by's
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young
But still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories
for me now
Only got one clique, we Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes
Let them punks know
You don't have to worry you
Can ride with
livin poor
Got me thinkin on a made level
Shootin my gauge to get paid
A fuckin crazed devil
Mad shit from here to there
Day by day
Year
size
I get the ass like a car ride (skrrt)
She taller than me and got nice thighs (Tay Keith this to hard)
I bend her over to my size (yeah)
My drug
from 12 but I highly doubt it
My ambition to ride Is just like PAC
They won’t me to stop But I can’t stop
Do a burnout into whole shot
Nigga im hot n
a North Memphis nigga
My nigga to my last days
And when I'm dead and I'm gone let the blunts blaze
See lifting weights in the pen got me toned up
But
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
and the lights go out
And I'm looking back on everything I've lost
Trying to figure out what this life's about
Doubt hit's hard like a 12 gauge
Stuck in the muck
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