Lyrics:
Somehow I made a way
Caught so many plays today
Shit boom like 808
Pistol grip my 12 gauge
Pistol whip that nigga just for speaking on lil meezy name
Its
fought for the right so we might as well use it[01:06.61]Is this is all life seems to be?[01:09.25]Round and round spinning, I cant see[01:12.08]No time
of the lust, niggas bustin' on us. Hit 'em up with
the buck 12 gauge eruptions. It's the art of war. Puttin' niggas on
the floor when I'm comin' through
what's that I just heard a noise
Get the 12 gauge and I call my boys
Motherfuckers is plottin' to get me, I know when I'm dreaming this
So that's
on you with that 12-gauge ultimatum
Like give it up, all that shit
Yeah, give it up
They call me Dr. Greenthumb
Because I got the Midas touch
Roll
jails
In the cell, countin' days in this livin' black hell
Do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a 12 gauge pump for
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
jails
In the cell, countin' days in this livin' black hell
Do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a 12 gauge pump for
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
it to our friends, repeat it to our friends
Fm Cm Db
A job you’re working ‘round the clock
Fm Eb Ebsus4 Fm Eb
of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to
Yeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face
Im headed for
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
YV
Hello?
K Double money
Sweeter on the tongue, now I'm calling her my honey
I take another dose, it's doing damage on my tummy
Bring her 'round
Back Home it's 12 gauge shotguns
Round Here it's 8-Lane Gridlock
Back home it's backyard baseball Sunday after church
Round Here it's sky high
ammunition by my feet
Ak 47 in my lap, that can eat through concrete
I got macks and Glocks, 12 gauge with long buckshots
Two five holster round the sock,
Cait
You talkin crazy man, you going mental
If you wanna beat me, provide the instrumental
That's the only way you can beat me, it's just fundamental
If
outline him
When mi rifle sound
Anada life go down
Nine round
Spit from di bryco
Rise di piece
Coppa coin release
Point it and squeeze
Guns out likkle scout
above his fireplace
Hard to hear the angels in a shallow grave
You gotta
Run run Just as fast as you can
I got this cold 12 gauge I'm boogeyman
Defined by
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
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