Lyrics:
bro, I'm 10 seconds hit'n'go
Black mask, black truck, chrome rims, Chuk' Timbs
Enough to confuse any witness
Strongest of calibers, is what we only
me driven to the point of no return home
So the streets I roam, don't catch chrome to the dome
Of this flat black .45 caliber Glock, gat, gun,
the future caliber
Bout to rip your (?) vest, split your capita
The niggas be marchin in the land camp
Bitch we ghetto soldiers, the streets is what made
calibers and AKs. No love
for the mutha fucking po-po. Kill em all and piss on their fucking
graves. Cleveland, better believe, we stay thevin, and every
the demonstration, down down for the demonstration
We gotta live for our reputations
You got your level up, you got your level up
Uno amigo, you caliber
24K ain't
the coroner, this sucker dead meat
I ain't never scared pussy nigga, I just dead beef
Eat it like Angus, 50 caliber, knock a plug out your anus
If I aim
Angeles
Ain't a nigga ruggeder than this grimy Heine' guzzler
Cowards better duck before my calibers start rubbin' ya
Me and my troops play blocks in
I mean this; you seen this
Blue steel fo'fo'; the caliber - Excalibur
I'm a destroy my next challenger
B. Rob, high post emcee
Quick to spray Raid
Or affiliated with them
I glisten and glow, 38 caliber go pop
Niggas that wanna show off
Don't just stop
My soldier's not having that
I'm looking for a thug
help another, without concern for whatever yours
What you give, you shall receive tenfold
X-Caliber The Ultimate Challenger
And I, put that on my soul
is a sinister character loading that 44 caliber
Infrared aimed at your jugular
Who the fuck are you? Nobody cares
You just be another nigga that needs
caliber
Stick me? I was thinkin' how & for what
but reality bites like a thousand mutts
Nothin' worse than the person that's foul with guts
to stick you
of the city
Tell your brother that get with me
I be stuntin' with the 50, caliber
They holler then I can jump out his Dickies
And we be ridin' with them
mouths to shut
Now when it doesn't matter what caliber I spit at
I'll bet a hundred thousand bucks
You'll just turn around and just be like, "Man, how
a .45 caliber pistol when they loading
They penalize us, tryna slow us down
They constantly fucking us up
Thats why we’re buck wild
Call me porch
.45 caliber swords.
St. George: That's about the size of it.
Dragon: Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!! You slay me!!
St. George: That's what I wanted to talk
guess I'm actin' up
I'm about to go in, let me wrap it up
Y'all old school like Galaga
But I'ma call these shots, caliber (Bloaw)
What it is JB? My
With those 40 calibers
You gotta be a leader
Got no respect for followers
I know about killa California
Badmon no fear fi haunt ya
But we no care about
Amateurs swear they need a balancer
I want that legendary like excalibur
Chasing calibers liberated as a bachelor
Traveler, never falling victim
To these
her dollar, ha
Fuck your 9, I'm a whole different caliber
Nigga say they pop 'cause they
Don't fill they collars up
Read a book get your knowledge up,
down
40-round, caliber spitter
That's how the shorty crown
Run with gordy hounds for 40
Miles then ignore me now
Duck +Motowns+ than Barry Gordy found
destined to be
They couldn't swallow it, the hollow shit
A double barrow pump will get him out of it
50 Caliber Magazines couldn't model it
A monument, I
Amateurs swear they need a balancer
I want that legendary like excalibur
Chasing calibers liberated as a bachelor
Traveler, never falling victim
To these
money 'til our hands get calloused
40 caliber in the Cavalier, welcome to Los
Angeles, you might leave with bandages
Real life, no mannequin
You pull out,
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