Lyrics:
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
million stories
8 million stories (x12)
(verse three Kurtis Blow)
Fresh kid and the stories complete
Born on a dim lit ghetto
shit ain't fake, I gotta break and get the fuck by from this murder case
For chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when
Until further notice
[Remedy]
Black and white notebooks and ball-point pens
The first day of school, might make some new friends
From the 103,
12 gauge pump started trippin
Kick the door open, blood stains cops came
Quietly I had to remaintain thang, same thang
My love don't fit you, I
and ate out
Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out
96 ways I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
Dipped attache, jumped out
with you
Help me leave this all behind
I'ma wash away my sins
I'ma rinse away this dirt
I forgot to make amends
To all the friends I may have hurt
gyal dem love fuck
Gyal dem 'bout ya plump up any man rump up
Found at riverton dump up
Pump up di 12 guage bunch up brain jump up
Knife first cut we mek
Made Gangsta
Ruler clip on my hip
32 Plus 1
I cant miss Glltt Poww
Self made gangsta
Got tha 12 gauge
Gglllttt bang bang bang
Screaming gang gang gang
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
river under the rail (Ooo-ah-oh)
12-gauge sawed off, rock salt and nails
Goin’ down to the Oak Grove
It’s about to go down
Down to the Oak Grove
It’s
the surgeon slugs
still pounds when Bobby Steels 12 gauge gonna pay deadly chronicles
We, held up in Gotham take heed and protect your seeds
We fall like all
The price was like 8 digits, a long way, shit
Got the beachfront view, V 1-2
Cop you one, cop me one too
On the place, jet ski's parked by the lake
No
Rocky
Niggas still beefin' over thotties
Put the 12 gauge on the shotty
My homie just caught another body
The hood ain't tellin' nobody
Do a drive-by
friend a move like Brutus
Jungle 12 gunshot dung all
Popeye wid di spinach
Killa seh fi tek di rifle from Hennis
20 gauge big like ball weh play tennis
fi and 12 gauge mek we give dem a book
Nuh badda give dem a page
Mi nuh chat to woman weh underage
Mi got girls with brains, and guns with veins
got til 12 o'clock to raise up
good bye or I'm coming back with the gauge up
For all my niggas that be like Silkk's my dawg
For all y'all niggas that be
there's kidnap, but she was with us so I brought her.
Dun got myself into a whole heap of trouble,
Double crossed by the law so it's nobody to run to,
journey this blessin'
Shift in the game rearrange ya thangs
'Cause once the world was bringin' me down
Mesmerized controlled by the other side, but
To the end, to the end to the end my friend
I give, I give a holla to my niggas
I can feel it coming in
The air tonight, hold on, hold on
To the end
depression died in the morning
I don’t got my 12 gauge you still dying with that .40)
Bitch I fell asleep hoping that I died in the morning
I don’t got my 12
So out of the darkness and into the light
Sparks fly everywhere in sight
From my double barrel, 12-gauge
Can\'t lock me in your cage
You see us comin\'
bitches be on it?
Be suckin' be fuckin', I don't give a fuck if I'm buggin
Mask on, I'm doin' a muggin'
Fat ass is right for the pluggin
Damn, 12 gauge is
rearrange ya things
Cause once the world was bringin' me down
Mesmerized controlled by the other side, but the devil was in my town
Looking for me
But
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