Lyrics:
V6, ooh, V12 (V12)
Just shoppin', raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Twelve gauge ready, blow shells
V6, whoa, V12 (V12)
Just
Twelve Gauge Justice
Pimp selling whores
Young runners selling crack
Bars on your doors
Shotgun shoved in your back
Thick is the shit
the week (Let's go)
Disciples that'll hold a twelve
Gauge when they preach
Writing scriptures that'll take you
Twelve days to repeat
I said these ghetto
to the hustlers
Thugstas and twelve guage pumpstas
Drug 'em in gutters mo' murda me style, now
Put 'em on the ground, lay down
Nigga check my thang the way that
to the hustlers
Thugstas and twelve guage pumpstas
Drug 'em in gutters mo' murda me style, now
Put 'em on the ground, lay down
Nigga check my thang the way that
Just put down a zero
But me, I have to learn it the hard way
Let me see
One times 12 is twelve, two times 12 is 24
Three times 12 is 36, four times
Twelve-gauge shotguns, I seen twelve-gauge, um, pumps
I don't give a fuck
I could talk a cat off the back of a fish truck
Tell me what's up
All
the coffin
And uhh, follow his grave,
Follow me murderous gauge
Follow me murderous ways
Steadily pumpin' as me killas kill ya
Pop more ah silencer,
Pop
of the band of seven!
わたし わ とても おらかです...
Verse 1: Alucard (Rapped 16 Bar’s):
They called me 12 Gauge since way back in the day,
So if I’m spraying my AK then
me as crazy
As the world was over this whole Y2K thing
And by the way, N'Sync, why do they sing?
Am I the only one who realizes they stink?
Should
be off and in a coffin' and.. uh.. follow his grave,
follow me murderous gauge, follow me murderous ways,
Steadily pumpin' as me killas kill ya, Pop
rule, and how to multiply by twelve easy: just
Put down a
Zero. But me, I have to learn it the hard way.
Lemme see now:
One times 12 is twelve
Let a nigga say he want smoke
Ima make one call
Nigga that's my slime
We on go
Yeah we keeping poles
Got a twelve guage by my side
And this bitch
of the 12-sided dice||I've got a profitable brain, supernatural eyes|Multiplied by|The galactic vigilante strapped twice|What's your answer, Dungeon
Stomp twelve in my elevens
He prayin like a reverend
Each kick’s for every time them niggas
Shot one of my brethren
They lock me up by force
Slap food
a nigga just can't fuck me,
Nigga better have me cash,
Or I kill his whole family when the twelve gauge pump blast,
Now test me,
Never ever let a nigga
time we was sliding with a Twelve gauge
Real shit I just hope we on the Same page
You was in the gang way
Knowing where the Gang stay
We got the drop no
a nigga just can't fuck me,
Nigga better have me cash,
Or I kill his whole family when the twelve gauge pump blast,
Now test me,
Never ever let a nigga
was on the ground and
They coming at you what would you do
I'd rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by six
I'd rather be stone cold hated
Than give
a rage
And loaded up my goddamn twelve gauge
If the punk don't keep ya
I'll be forced to hit ya wit the street sweeper
Ya ass shouldn't a started no
without any protection device.
Niggaz pay the price when they sacrifice their life by rolling in the dice in the street heat like Miami Vice.
Twelve
Girls in my place I go Thomas like a train
Ice in my veins, I get it from the pain
Still pack the twelve and I pull the triple-gauge
I do what I need
can do all them push ups to pump up your chest
I got a twelve gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest
Have you gasping for air after that shell hit your
the fuck up, the kid is out with the loot sack
Got a big trey pound, itching just to swoop back
Timb is on the roof with the twelve gauge rifle
Scope is
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