Lyrics:
great
Act soft you will get beat
On death row they got their own hot seat
For those who feel that they are truly elite
The last thing you see's a priest
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'
Every day, she's feeling like a motherfucking boss
Santa goes out one night of the year
The other 364 she instills fear
Every day with that 12 gauge
Hold 'em down, hold 'em up, yo
It's gonna be a killin' after midnight
Niggas gettin' reday for a big fight
You could say this one's a murder by
her
A little shorty but I like my bitches taller
Nastiest, the flashiest
You got blunts pass them shits
while Big fuck your bitch, uhh, uhh
While your
the wrong way
I got a long uz' and I carry it all day
Sometimes it's like a nightmare just bein' Andre
But I
Somehow, some way
Hello nigga, you know
the wrong way
I got a long Uz' and I carry it all day
Sometimes it's like a nightmare just bein' Andre
But I
Somehow, some way
Hello nigga, you know
Black
remember me from way back?
we used to go to school together
man, I got your number from Heather
she said you sell guns, I got beef I wanna see
and said 'You must be kiddin'
I just got one thing to say...you know what I said
[Chorus: x2]
I'm quite entitled to one day,
To spend with my family
it
Yes, yes, I can see it now
Do you remember, we were sittin' there by the water?
You put your arm around me for the first time
You made a rebel
jails
In the cell, countin' days in this livin' black hell
Do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a 12 gauge pump for
the do'
Bet I won't be slippin' sleepin'
None ah them thugs I bails wid
Put ah trail ah twelve gauge shells
Bloody be smell 1-8-7 and the 2-11
12-gauge
of Rose Avenue, 12 blocks from the beach
And when you call I put your sweater on
And put you on speaker
And chat for hours underneath the trees
the donkey
Crooked eye with 12-gauge full of brass monkey
Nigga what you push the button for?
Rest in peace fool yo ass not a hero
I can't get paranoid
the sword,
The gauge, my nine and my knife,
Cockin' I pump my slugs all up in ya now what,
Shoot a bitch just like a nigga
Ain't no favor trigger you fall,
that was
For the second verse
I need someone to give me a number
Between 12 and 14, I'll make a verse, 13
13, ah, 13, well, 13 multiplied by 1
You still
it
Yes, yes, I can see it now
Do you remember, we were sittin' there by the water?
You put your arm around me for the first time
You made a rebel
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
first situation had past
It was this guy I had sat by in class
He was the type that made you wonder about
How he got down cause he did talk a lot
So
May
By the branch at San Jacinto
Play for me a happy tune
Know of all the days I loved
I loved best the 12th of June
I loved best the 12
[king tee]
Well it's the musically drunken king tee, with the fifth of funk
Guaranteed to make you jump like my 12 gauge pump, huh
I've been around
dolars because they know
When we're on the stage, we're in a mothafuckin' range
So Dre, why don't you get the 12 guage [yeah]
And show 'em how
the payback for evil shit you did to me
They call me militant, racist 'cause I will resist
You wanna censor somethin', motherfucker censor this!
My words are
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
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