Lyrics:
6ixteen-12-Church boy ft Riddick
[pre hook: 6ixteen_12]
Err'where I go, I just gotta let em know
Boy I love my God ,I just gotta let it show
upon a time there was a boy name joe
Decent and polite, would you believe is a show
Imagine our surprise 12 o clock one night big fight
Dem catch Joe
12 gauge shotty, with a pump like Joe Dumar's
Shells the size of Sprewell lugs, go through cars
Rip apart your new Bentley nigga, like Dre sent me
You got a V12? I got 12 V's
Do girl, what you do girl?
Got a few more bottles of champagne
For you girl, so drink freely
And if it's true girl that
Or paint the walls too
Thank you for that 12 by 12 painting, girl
Thank you for that 12 by 12 painting, girl
Thank you for that 12 by 12 painting, girl
smoking
Louder than a car alarm
Just a bunch of drug users
In my call log
I was thinking about the team
I don't ball hog
Hit you with this 12 gauge
But
believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho
of the block, four four in the glock
Fuckin' your girl if the bitch is hot
By any means
Movin' the cash crops, flippin' the fast rocks
Stickin' the women who love
the street
If you hate feds repeat after me like
Fuck 12, fuck F E Ds, when I think about 12 I get brain disease
Fuck pigs, fuck cops, wasteman, police
Fuck
my scope, that's C-O-D
I go the 12 gauge, start reloading
Now if they move left, move with O-T
So physically, emotionally
The man dem affi move ya
bloody, and tattered lying on the pavement
Nothing can save ya, when I'm in a homicidal rage
Nut up, and then start unloading the 12 gauge
Sawed off pump in
bitches
A psycho at large, dumb bitch don't step to this bomber squad
I'm harder, I go and I rip you apart like a prey once the predator
No need for them
cock the glock and make room
Shit man i got a 12 guage with the infared scope
I found a tec 9 it use to be a radio
But now i'm a g, psycho, crazy
Fuck
believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho
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
Hush little baby, don't you cry
Your mama's got a 12-gauge held up high
And if that boy ever breaks your heart
I'll send him where the moon meets
Hush little baby don’t you cry
Your mamas got a 12 gauge held up high
And if that boy ever breaks your heart
I’ll send him where the moon meets
Alone [x12]
You are my lady...
My everything, my baby...
Sometimes you drive me crazy...
Don't you ever leave me alone...
Alone [x12]
Please don't
the 12th, there's gifts under the trees for the boys and the girls
25 days into the 12th, the gratitude and laughter make a wonderful sound (Okay)
25 days
Asian girl she smoke exotic
Roll my blunts like origami
Coupe all tinted, can't see in it
Swerving, sliding, riding, thriving
Ride by 12 while hotboxing
The devil's who you're fuckin' with
[Chorus]
Murda, murda, murda, murda
[Layzie]
I'm corrupt and demented and I diminish by execution
A savage of torture
three more
And i could give a fuck what you think i got em for
And all the king's hoes and all the king's men
Go try to put this shit black together
the way you treat me girl is like a heart attack
I'm real troop trooper and with all the times
That you were by my side diggin' dollars outta crock
Oh
man, even though[00:48.87]All that was ages ago[00:50.12]He fall asleep on the porch[00:51.39]And he's just waiting to go[00:52.92]All he knows is
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