Lyrics:
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
every crime known through the equator
They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin' blood on my 'gators
My weed'll hit your chest like a double barrel gauge
off in a silent rage
Fish tilled back to the Ritz with my 12 gauge
Gat smoking, I ain't joking
Left them fools on the ground face with they heads
They call me Layzie the Kid
Tha names Powder P
Can I get a 12 guage?
Outlawd everyday
On the front page
Now Mr. Kid
If you give me the lowdown
to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One
would be written 1-0
Get it?
That'd be swell, for multiplying by 12
Hey Little Twelvetoes, I hope you're well
Must be some far-flung planet where
darkside man... Bang on tha darkside man,
Land of the thuggish ruggish city, will it reveal?
well I went back to my land with a 12 gauge Mossberg Pump, big
Let the midi fry my seedy eyes and turn my cries to chrome
Faceless engagements are boring me
Twelve Gauge imported a foreign friend
A drastic
Millimeter Ruger
16 shots, hollow points will go through ya
and this? this here? this is a 12 gauge Mossburg kid,
two shots and you can wet like half
??? by the police local papers call this justice I call it murder ??? with a club in his hand ??? I watched you beat my friend to the ground let you
Rest in peace your homie motherfucker
Comin from the morgue with my motherfuckin 12 gauge
Rest in peace yo homie motherfucka it's a road rage
Comin
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
friend
The bottle said one every 12 hours for pain
But this pain I feel ain't small that's
Why I took them one and all
It was something I had to do to get
shells in a gauge on a shelf
I used to get punked and bullied on my block
'Til I cut a kitten's head off and stuck it in this kid's mailbox (mom, mom)
I
the shooters can get shot
Get shot quick
Even the shooters can get shot uhh
Tell em I got plenty arson to sell em
Heat by the fleet displaying it very seldomly
yo sister yesterday
Talking shit u better pray
Sailor with the 12 gauge
My friends are now some foes
Boy you is a hoe kicking in yo door
Do u want
After I come 'round and gave her the 12-gauge
You tried call my phone, but it was engaged
I was with my lil' mama, she was honey glazed
I've been
or get your ass capped
With a 12 gauge blast to your back
I'm not your average nigga, I'm untouchable
Shootin' motherfuckers full of rocks
The hell raiser
you on the phone oh oh
You are so amazing to me girl I got that
Love for ya, I got that rhyme for ya, your
Mine best friend
And you’re great now you’re
Boom!
I jumped straight up
Outta my rollaway bed outside
Our only bathroom
That wasn't no 12 gauge or 38 caliber
I could sleep right thru those
what's that I just heard a noise
Get the 12 gauge and I call my boys
Motherfuckers is plottin' to get me, I know when I'm dreaming this
So that's
suplemnal, 12-gauge-shot
To you're body, tha fuccin criminal
? westcoast beat ? who got tha ? I'm sicc on that gangsta-chit
Nah blood or crip, I'ma anybody
Squeeze the trigger
Rampage on stage,my crews in a rage
Searched my posse,found the Uzi but missed the 12 gauge
Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin'
hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by
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