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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · The Appalachian Twelve Gauge Massacre (Brody's Militia) · 12 Gauge (12 Gauge) · Juggling the Thing of a Thing of a Thing (Michael Whitmore) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · If You Got to Ask, You Ain't Got It! (Fats Waller) – and 90 other albums »


a tech, 12 gauge pump in the trunk not to minchen I'm hella drunk, meaning won't hesitate, put you 6 feet hela unda ground yo family cryin I be lyin tellin
the nerves ignore the pain

Repetition needs a friend
I have a 12 gauge resting in my hands
How 'bout we get this party started right
And use a bullet for each
Bang on the dark side man,
Land ah the thuggish ruggish city will it reveal,
But I went back to my land with ah 12-gauge Mossberg pump
Big shells, you
hoo-ride
But I ain't going out in a fucking homicide
And the closer they got I grabbed my gauge
Slapped the bitch, I know this shit will make the front
game in a strait jacket
12 gauge
In a shotgun racket
Shinbone, shindig, shimmy for the Shinto
Got to do this all alone
Wait
Better slow it down
-2-3
Ackee 1-2, 1-2-3

So cross your fingers say you're on high
Pretend you're in den and see what life brings
But always taking things as they come
Tends
shoulda warned ya about a nigga like me
Cause I don't weep and I don't sleep
Save that motherfucker black, cause talk is cheap
And uh, since you got beef
game in a strait jacket
12 gauge
In a shotgun racket
Shinbone, shindig, shimmy for the Shinto
Got to do this all alone
Wait
Better slow it down
There's a big parade
Greasy grasses
Motorcade
12 gauge

You show me a leader
And I'll show you a liar
These races are fixed man
This is murder for
shoulda warned ya about a nigga like me
Cause I don't weep and I don't sleep
Save that motherfucker black, cause talk is cheap
And uh, since you got beef
I got extra
I got extra, yeah
I got money
I got work for his hoes
I got a plethora, yeah
I get money

12 gauge shotty
I don't like nothing
I got extra
I got extra, yeah
I got money
I got work for his hoes
I got a plethora, yeah
I get money

12 gauge shotty
I don't like nothing but hoes
I got extra
I got extra, yeah
I got money
I got work for his hoes
I got a plethora, yeah
I get money

12 gauge shotty
I don't like nothing
the donkey
Crooked eye with 12-gauge full of brass monkey 
Nigga what you push the button for?
Rest in peace fool yo ass not a hero
I can't get paranoid
The boy's got a head like an atom bomb 
Hang him from a cross like the number one son 
And he's been waiting so long 
To get it on. 

The boy's
likes to rock hard
She likes to kiss soft
Hot as a barrel on a a 12 gauge shotgun
Ain't hard to please as long as you've got speed

She ain't into Wine
Hold 'em down, hold 'em up, yo

It's gonna be a killin' after midnight
Niggas gettin' reday for a big fight
You could say this one's a murder by
a 12-gauge shotty
Got machetes and them cannons loaded up
Got them xany's and that lean in my cup
These politician's can come up missin', I'm on a mission
You
gotta worker 9 to 5 
I'm on the grind with the nines for the 55
Bitch u a half of a 12 
Low key bucket trying to duck 12's
So what's up with them
bottle of booze

My baits a' runnin a little low

Man a box of 12 gauge would be all the rage

I'm all liquored up and I'm feelin' good

Well just down
on the shelf
They say say yo P she only wants you for one thing that's your wealth
But I don't pay attention, cos she's my baby
The Dainy you know she drive me
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
and girls for breakfast
You're a titan of the nuclear age
Your muscles flex with a Uzi or 12 gauge
And you love the game, that's why you boast
Because
a 12-gauge shotty
Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
You want to rob me, you gotta leave here with a body
In the streets of New York, You can't trust
ounces and you fronted your boy two
And he gave a half to his boy
And the police raided the spot then he flushed one and a half
And he ask you for one mo'