Lyrics:
too popped if yo ass 2 Pac
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain't never holly that but I
Got a Maserati in it
ringing bells
Go talk your shit come test my shells
My 12 gauge pump will leave him lifeless
Might just leave him with no help
I might just leave him with
Slang cocaine
Don't get gassed up, haah
There's niggas gettin' murdered
Murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, Montana
Oh
find you in a ditch
This dope ain't yo dope
And these cuts and yo cuts
Yo, but this is my 12 gauge in yo muthafuckin guts
Don't make me pump this
money) (I'm riding high)
(Jack, jack for your money)
Ran out of dope, my situation's back where I left
A voice quietly tellin' me, "You got to come
make that money man, dead wrong
Put it on the low betta beat them hoes
Gotta get them demons off me
Creepin' up softly seepin' up through my soul
the do'
Bet I won't be slippin' sleepin'
None ah them thugs I bails wid
Put ah trail ah twelve gauge shells
Bloody be smell 1-8-7 and the 2-11
12-gauge
up behind me trying to get pregnant by me
And in a year, I bet you'll be on welfare
Don't cry for help dear, you put yourself there
The way it looks,
the jewels
Take a few, live and learn I don't make the rules
Students ain't safe if Tommy bring a 12 gauge to school
Went some tragic ways if the risk made
provide that world you’ve been living in
I couldn’t gauge every problem within
Hoping it wouldn’t hurt me again
(Guitar solo by Ëkoli))
a Mercedes
When I got that Bentley money
I went and got that Bentley
Now, if you ain't help me make it
Don't tell me how to spend it and yes
I know the rules:
Throw a blower in his lap these bitches ought to drop
Show em if they owe me money then they better have not forgot
Thinking you can carry on like this,
wanna just take a 12 gauge
And just rampage you see a nigga you engage but you cant
When I step outside
Always think imma die from a homicide
Niggas
Slang cocaine
Don't get gassed up, haah
There's niggas gettin' murdered
Murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, Montana
Oh
hungry for change
Spark the road up, with the edge of my 12 gauge
Blind obsession with yourself it's true
The best thing about me, is I'm not you
I'm
Bouhner she go get my money for me (yeah)
I heard the opps talkin' everyday but it feels like these niggas runnin' from me
Yesterday I spent bout 200k
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
take it
Grab a player hater by the neck
Choke him out and try to break it
Give me your money
Drop them keys
It's a jack move bitch
And since you
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
niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal
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
Show some respect or - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Go 'head call the cops! - GET
Shot the fuck up! what?
Every other day I hear niggas tryna murc me
But it's
now I get that cash sell perico and hydro
Money in the stash like my brother Geraldo
So fall back and look at the new don the 12 gauge fold niggas
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
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