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So 5, 45's and them 223's
And more 9's, Mac-10, 11's, 12-gauge
Numbers don't lie, lie
Run your mouth and we know it's
Lies, lies, lies, lies,
Well I been a-ridin' shotgun on the Houston-Dallas stage
I got me a sawed-off hogleg, twenty is the number gauge
I'd shoot anybody that would try
the shade are refusing the move.
I sense myself nearing a territorial scuffle,
And gauge by their numbers it’s one I would lose.
Wandering off toward
a leg
Doing donuts DT losing my tread
Catch me on BET in 'bout a year
They almost took me 12 gauge for a zip
Age number was thing Doug Will
Working OT
All you’ve got to do is choose to fly it
And call out all them numbers on the gauge
It’s ok
It’s ok
Eventually
Everybody comes of age
Yeah the play has
life?
Nobody's worthless
Tell me can gauge what's inside?
Music does a number on your mind
If your problems are relatable you have to act divine
They
(yeah)
I can jack a beat and drive down yo street
(yeah)
Chopper out the window, Wilson Fisk pack heat
(yeah)
Scratch the serial numbers off the gauge
to get 'em up with two thugs
Runnin' side by side with number one
Murder mo drop my gauge on 'em
When the po-po chase,
If they catch me barehanded I'm
them slugs
Niggas be fiendin' me daily
Me silence me twelve guage eruption
And I'm on a road to destruction
And steady be bustin' and bodies be
them slugs
Niggas be fiendin' me daily
Me silence me twelve guage eruption
And I'm on a road to destruction
And steady be bustin' and bodies be
I could just look up and see po-po dyin'
I and I, I'd flip out my mind
Stoned up wit' the gauge
Little ripper, put the donut in the grave
Where
I could just look up and see po-po dyin'
I and I, I'd flip out my mind
Stoned up wit' the gauge
Little ripper, put the donut in the grave
Where
Leatherface The Sawed Off Gangsta
Second, Layzie Bone AKA the Number One Assassin
Third, Bizzy Bone AKA Rest In Peace
Fourth, Wish Bone AKA Stratejacket nigga!
Show Cali why I'm bangin' this crew
Ice Ice Man, baby, and you know what it do
I'm throwed
Fresher than a fruit bowl
Leanin' like a gas gauge
Straight
a cage
Is watching me age
Scratching numbers on the page
No longer helping me gauge
How many days I've spent in this old room
Lickin' my wounds
Lickin'
And the sweat keep falling down upon the gauge
I'm in a motherfucking rage man
Super psycho I should have been a caged man
Straight verbal assassins with a spray
Whoo
Somebody been
Calling my phone
I been like
Umm
You know
What the fuck
You is
You know
Whachu want
Ain't nobody suppose
To have my number
I've
that Bone love
Smokin' on bud, cause ah nigga Mo Thug
Callin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up
In the 9-9 niggas gon' drop to the number one with
Bone love
Smokin' on bud, cause a nigga Mo Thug
Callin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up
In the 9-9 niggas gon' drop to the number one with ya
coming ta serve ya
Nigga we told ya Bone be stalking, (we walking)
Number one assassin
Pick up the pump and it causing the 12-gauge eruption
Let loose
number one nigga little Layzie. Nigga don't want to fight, runnin' deadly thugsta soldiers,
droppin' them thangs. Bone done told ya. Testin' nuts, so
Niggas
And my number one plan
To kill a man and grab a needle
And drug niggas
Niggas don't like us
Because they bitches straight love us
the fifth dog
Fuck you thought motherfuck fame
For the fact the shit is a fat game going
Remain number one in the land
Flesh strangle the gang
Bang bang
Show Cali why I'm bangin' this crew
Ice Ice Man, baby, and you know what it do
I'm throwed
Fresher than a fruit bowl
Leanin' like a gas gauge
Straight
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