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a mothafucka
Keep it real, never lie to a mothafucker hold me down
Chillin' in a-gadda-da-vida, rockin' Adidas
With a senorita and she sippin' liquor by

personalities
In liberal art localities
Stifled by science
Cuz it ain't your truth
Can't hear nothin'
Sandbagged sound booth
Time keeps running
Forward through

satan but keep that on the low
Load it up, and we already foe
And they already know

Set the stage turn the page
Grab the gauge shoot it quick
This we

the deal 
it aint no rush can show you how to move cause im skilled 
Keep my head high, my whole life I just got by 
Still I fucked her friend and her cousin

radio waves
Masking all the jumpers
Feed, by dawn
Big blood hounds
Sniffing out the fawns

Keep your eyes on that gauge
Fastened to your wrist
Like

can't even count one
Two black guns, I don't know maybe they're Magnums
I don't know what the fuck they're called, I just grab them
12-gauge dumps in

Silent Murder

Nas

It Was Written [Bonus Track]

1996

schooled quick
Lesson number one, if you're arrested and hung
Where niggas is from, gotta keep a lid on your tongue
It's like silent murder, I hit blunts

All this talking, all these games
Got no reason, she gon hit him up

She stalking on my page
For the weekend, I'mma hit her up

Shawty, no 12 gauge

City Boy Stuck

Granger Smith

Remington

2016

I burn that dirt, hug that road,
Plug my lip with a fist full of Skoal
12 gauge cock, shift down low,
Bounce mud tires like a bass on a pole

Up

wanna smoke, drink, dance until the sun rise
It's one of those kinda nights

This beat keeps takin' me back, like my ex does
Only 'cause how good

the morgue
Me, I'ma hustle until it's the Forbes
I swore, it was no more than a chore
The house by the water, condo by the shore
I'm sure, I'm all about that

Silent Murder

Nas

The Best of Nas

2007

schooled quick
Lesson number one, if you're arrested and hung
Where niggas is from, gotta keep a lid on your tongue
It's like silent murder, I hit blunts

bag if you want to get fucked up
Every diga little bitch made nigga
Start runnin when I'm playin with the trigga
An uzi a 12-gauge it really don't

Ride or Die

Game

G-Unit Radio Part 5: All Eyez On Us

2007

money is the code of the streets
Live by it, and they say the hotter the bullets, the colder the streets
Like the older the hammer, the older the beef

Quick to Back Down

Nas

In Da Streets

2007

about these niggas! 
Yeah! 
That's got a lot of mouth, what! 
Yeah! 
But when It's time to do some shit 
Yeah! 
They folding, these niggas is

struggle for what it is and taken
And what belong to me and my responsibility
Keep my enemies close cause they the ones that get me
In a minute they'll be

a pistol 
You don't know me you just know I'm fuckin witty with this pencil 

My lead pop, head shot, 12 gauge, dead cops 
2 chainz, I'll be fresh as hell if

you ain't in the itinerary
I don't know where dudes is buying they jewelry
Why's your ice cream like it's made by Ben & Jerry?
Y'all the type

Mind over Matter

Ice-T

Greatest Hits

2014

my face
A fool could get his head split
A lot of doubters
Said it couldn't be done by me
them same suckers
Are now lookin' from under me
Wonder'n what

selfies eating scooby snacks riding shotgun
Facts and tough love all in ah 12 gauge
Blasting my incentive to take it all ah way
Ima cold hearted brother

team though
Niggas are bilingual
"N'Na Bunduki", that is stick talk

Skinny nigga, full equipped
12 gauge with the stick, 12 gauge with the dick
But I'm

Where I'm from, chat 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

I have a party
Yeah, I party by myself, huh
Put the bills back on the shelf, yeah
I don't fuck with twelve, yeah
It's just me and myself, yeah
My

defeat
Just keep your place on your feet
So you can pray for the weak and
Be my prey for the week (Let's go)
Disciples that'll hold a twelve
Gauge when