Lyrics:
gonna start it again (start again)
The way she always by the ten
And the men's outside and they can't get in
Damn they're so spectacularly
See so much
hollow
Hey you, you're livin' life full throttle
Hey you, pass me down that bottle, yeah
Hey you, you can't shake me round now
I get so lost
band-aids and bought a couple glocks
Had to go on a rampage and hit a couple blocks
Once they hear that 12-gauge that's when the trouble stops
(boom)
If
You need to make it on your own
You wanna shake it go it alone
Whatever happened?
I did alright by you
I can feel the passion girl
Its still
beauty with a 12-gauge gaze
Got me held like a hostage
And I don't wanna get away
Lord, have mercy on my soul
She's got a round in the chamber
And she's
Creepin' on your homicide
Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by,
Boogie Nikke's on a night ride
Thuggin through my thuggish ass hood
the music's loud
Shake your money maker
Shake it all around
Shake your money maker
Why don't you let it all hang down
Shake your money maker
Shake it
do you do it?
Closest thing to heaven, to heaven
Throw your arms 'round the world
Make love your destination
Here we go, boys and girls
Act like
Two pairs of eyes sat bankside by a lake
Trees hiding the sun but it ain't stopping the bake
Rolling hills rolling jays conversation last for days
watch 'em movin' (ooh)
Ooh, shake 'em out the shoes (shake 'em out the shoes)
Ooh, VVS jewels, GI Jew, nigga what it do, yeah
Probably think it's
sound sets outside discoteques
It's Klep the death specialist Stallone and Stone shit
Stayin high representin for the nine-quint
Ras bad guy, burns
sound sets outside discoteques
It's Klep the death specialist, Stallone and Stone shit
Stayin high representin for the nine-quint
Ras bad guy, burns
So Lets shake it now
Make dat booty go clap go round n round
Everybody move back no one make a sound
Earthquake gon clap go round n round
So
It's either my life or your life
And I ain't leaving, I like breathing
Nigga, we can go round for round
Clip for clip, shit, fo'-pound for pound
me I see some niggas they creeping outside my window
I'm ready to bang bang bang aim the 12 gauge pump let my lead go
Give it up for the bloody murda
back by popular demand and shit
Niggaz want the crown but can't handle it
This rap game's getting scandalous
I done lost my best friend in Los Angeles
of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to
Yeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face
Im headed for
York City
It's a special love affair
And there's magic in the air
You gotta shake me down
Bring me 'round to my senses
'Til I'm lost and found
and track me down
And echo round and round and round
And time goes quickly
Or disappears completely
And I feel like I fade away
Like drowning
I
yuh go heaven
Big mac 11 send yuh fi go rest wid di devil
Bwoy come a tell mi how
Much him ratchet blade
Pump action full him up a 12-gauge pebble
Nuff
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
cock the glock and make room
Shit man i got a 12 guage with the infared scope
I found a tec 9 it use to be a radio
But now i'm a g, psycho, crazy
Fuck
Fill me up
So close I've got you face to face
Playing rough
Can't help it when you say my name
I wanna feel you closer
I'm losing my composure
I'm
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