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Mówią o mnie różne rzeczy i w sumie to mają racje
Rok 2 2 12 sam siedziałem na klatce bloku
Gdzie miałem babcie w mieszkaniu numer 17
Miałem 13 wtedy

talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you're

and Kalu, gasoline fumes
Nitrous balloons
Acid tablets and magic mushrooms

That's how D12 get fucked up

[Kon Artis]
I like your records
But my album aint

went and built theirs from the floor up
How the hell you gon' get me on your album and not show up
How the hell could you slow us
Got by myself nothing

sell butt we be moving some pups
Big ups too the guys that's up
Boy you better stand down when the man stand up
Knock his leg off this ah 12 gauge drum

Your problems aren't mind, I don’t care for yours.
Comin with the chainblade, 12 gauge, going for the rib cage
Call yourself a king, I’m coming for

the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones

Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm

Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones

Choppa

(Guys this orange, is ginamenerosorous, whatever you-)
Uh
Feeling like an idol
No Abel
No wheelchairs
Not disabled
Broke my leg
Once I was 12
(Walked

turn a friend to foe
But the thought still exists
I'm in my room gettin pissed
I should have 20 inch rims on a V12 Benz, hangin with brand new friends

killed me don't mean the war is over yet
Comrades slide in the police station leave 'em soaking wet
12 gauge shotgun hit the sergeant in the fucking chest

Kobe hate you don't know me 
But keep talking sideways son you'll be Ginobili get it bust shots at your snot box 
Like a 12 gauge buckshot shells filled

Neck and wrist lit up (Yuh)
And my fist lit up (Yuh)
Price of the brick went up (Okayee)
Price of the brick went up (Yuh)
12 can't sit with us (Yuh)

endured
And if my name fails and holds no weight
You See these shells to the pump, imma buck 12 gauge
I’m
Deep in abyss
I don’t see the light
Please don’t

subscribers up then I'll do part two
Smash or pass on yats
But anyway, they say the 44 can't jam
So I think I'll smash
And I'll smash the 12 gauge
Even though

wanna just take a 12 gauge
And just rampage you see a nigga you engage but you cant
When I step outside
Always think imma die from a homicide
Niggas

boy 12 gauge
This the end of yo chapter nigga ain't no next page
Hit that nigga with the nut cracker ain't no Luke Cage
Super acc on this gleek I don't

Quick to shoot like tore up fiends
But I ain't talking in your veins
I'll shoot you in your fucking brain
Numb up yo body
And blame everything on a 12

the top line by line I won't choke 
Yes I walk the walk talk the talk now you gotta cope
45 ACP 223 Glock 19 50 cal on the team 12 gauge whatchu need 
Got

Czyli ddk dusza
Bo zakochany tak bardzo nikt go do tego nie zmuszał
Ja to hip hop non stop
I nich leci z membrany
12 3 4 5 6 zaczynamy
Elo cześć rest

the cost of living? (Cost!)
My tracks are a 12 gauge
My 16's straight shells
My name times lyricism
Don't lie 'bout "don't ring no bells" (don't lie)
I'm

like to say
Your honor I'm innocent
Lucky I don't break in
With a loaded 12 gauge and the same day
Its on the front page
Crazy kid in a rage kills Karens

know many pose a perfect picture Secretly they hoes
All that time you spent on writing it but you not Living by the code
I can't stop the cooking; album

mask up on the freeway and
A shoot-out on the news ghost ride the whip
Using that skull up on the AK
Spray through the
Run the police-issued 12 gauge (On

niggas and I'll box a nigga wit a 12 gauge
I'm goin ape shit, rampage
I was rock bottom, Dwayne
Like I got choked slammed from hell from top of the cage