Lyrics:
in the Birmingham jail
Dancing in the Birmingham jail
He took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe
Brought a brand new Michigan twenty-gauge
He
dancing in the Birmingham jail
Dancing in the Birmingham jail
He took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe
Brought a brand new Michigan
I locked it like bars I'm slicking
The wire, the fire, the bars I spit
I locked it like bars I'm slicking
The wire, the fire, the bars I spit
I
found high
Wire in a fire represents a seven gauge in a government rage
It's the end of the world as we know it
It's the end of the world as we know it
shit get banged (what?)
Where I'm from, chat shit, let a 12 gauge rip
Yeah, it's sick how it fits in my hand (hand)
I don't mix with the glitz
Where I'm from, chat shit get banged (what?)
Where I'm from, chat shit, let a 12 gauge rip
Yeah, it's sick how it fits in my hand (hand)
I don't mix
the sword,
The gauge, my nine and my knife,
Cockin' I pump my slugs all up in ya now what,
Shoot a bitch just like a nigga
Ain't no favor trigger you fall,
I feel like
Inside me
Something's gone wrong
Somebody crossed some wires Now I'm about to
Cross some lines
Sometimes I feel like
I feel like my mind
Your hungry eyes pierce the screen
Now you're climbing the walls
Hanging between two precarious arches
With a cheeky grin
Toe to toe in a wire trap
the 12 gauge
I'm fuckin' your house up, you and your spouse up
You open your mouth up, guarantee you I douce ya
Have 'em writin' about ya, daily I'm in
the Birmingham crew
North London representing right now, okay
Yes blud, this is a real clash star
Levels are way high, okay
Big up my Meridian tugs
Lord
Twelve gauge, old Ford, buckshot floorboard, don't ask
Fence post, door dent, let's just leave it at that
It's got dirt on me, yeah I'd be up a tree
comin' off shit but a drive-by
I guess they want to expand to go city-wide
So we hung muthafuckas by the barbed wire
Whoever was a snitch or bitch
It's scary how people forget
The things they promise
A slip of the mind
A trip in the wire
A faulty service
It rolls off the tongue
As soon as it
havoc
Hell on Earth with Infamous gauge's
Mobbin deep with a infamy phantom
Don't get mad when you see me at him
Fuck a post get rid of the caption
I
a who yuh wah war
Before di night fall yuh family gone bawl
SLR mi a par wid Ks weh quite tall,
Sharpen 3 star fi bore yuh eye ball
12 gauge a buss
You've got Oatmeal Man
Oatmeal Man, straddling uncomfortably
Yards and feet of barbed wire
It's hard to live in the middle all the time
Oatmeal Man
The man
Dealing with a buffer when you're coming from the gutters
I'ma spit fire though wire of microphones
I'ma retire on piles of ice and gold
Bout to sit by
She got me smokin' out the gauges
Heard I learned to live with painless
Shit taught me every was okay
Through the rain
Mold ya pain
Whys this time
the raves (yeah)
Birmingham girls and my London babes
I'd try keep calm if you don't want the rage
(That's right) yo babes
(Yo babes) , come cruise (Come
every crime known through the equator
They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin' blood on my 'gators
My weed'll hit your chest like a double barrel gauge
copper wires, safety goggles, radial tires
BB pellets, rubber mallets, fans and dehumidifiers
Picture hangers, paper cutters, waffle irons, window
to the Porsche's with the wides on it
'Fore you snitches bitch, you better put your lives on it
Get you twisted by the ? with them wires on it
I get my money
to the Porsche's with the wides on it
'Fore you snitches bitch, you better put your lives on it
Get you twisted by the ? with them wires on it
I get my money
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