Lyrics:
and girls for breakfast
You're a titan of the nuclear age
Your muscles flex with a Uzi or 12 gauge
And you love the game, that's why you boast
Because
international think rational
The 12th street crew move back when we come through
I think the whole world's going insane
I fill my brain up with Dainy, and drink
in music
Over the last decade
WEST: I wasn't even nominated for Best
Album this year this year
I only got two nominations
By the Grammys: for
Best Rap
'cause I'm coming, it's my album
And for the record, meaning my record, check it
Listen to the single and you'll be like, yo, I gotta get it
But in
12 gauge if them ducks is quacking
Bus his ass like the busses passing
I want all the smoke, I'm puffing ashes
Cut the capping
Blew up with my team,
glocks
Wearin' all these colors, like they shop in a Crayola box,
They take shots, so I shoot back
12 gauges, see my verses have the same effect as bible
I'm bleeding
Whenever your crying I'm crying
12 gauge it's aimed to my chest not afraid of death when I'm pressed with your lying no Lying
Yuh yuh
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
Cricket
Now it's a 12 gauge in the bag
2 fat shells on my lap
Might get hit when it slaps
GBOSAAA
Bodies gonn drop if u touch my darg
GBOSAAA
If I ain't
hold it, head bone
I'm a 12-gauge, I don't niggas fishin' like a croaker
I make you visualize emotions, gun got rhythm, it's a poet
Niggas' pride's
I been used to it
I put a blade on the glock like a motherfuckin bayonet
Locked in my own head, will i go to hell again?
12 gauge in the mouth, will I
Want To Do
More Money More Problems
Paper Chase
When I Sleep At Night
I Sleep With The 12 Guage
Coming Out The Valle
With Some Gangster Shit
This
to 'em where they pump at
12 Gauge mashberg
No shell in the head
Before you put in work, you gotta pump that
You done hit a nigga with it and you runnin
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
of perversion, fuckin bitches on Persian rugs
Washin niggas like detergent, it's the surgeon
Slugs propels from Bobby Steele's 12 gauge
Front page, "Daily
too popped if yo ass 2 Pac
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain't never holly that but I
Got a Maserati in it
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
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
and yellin
And tellin and look at this young punk bailin
I heard a knock on the door without the password
And her mom's got the 12 guage mossberg
The nigga
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
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
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
a 12-gauge shotty
Got machetes and them cannons loaded up
Got them xany's and that lean in my cup
These politician's can come up missin', I'm on a mission
You
day it's gonna cost me
When it's time to pay up, and I lay up in a grave
Bury me with a fifty sack, and a motherfucking 12 gauge
Hey, no love in my
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