Lyrics:
wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight kiss
Toxic words that spill over pages, for ages
Impacts like M-16's to twelve gauges
The rage is still in
upon my page
From Martin Luther's "dream", to Hitler's psycho rage
What's more powerful - the brain or a twelve gauge?
The words I speak have scared
a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded twelve-gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times front page
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come
Makaveli the Don puttin' it down to the fullest
Maximum overload
3 Day Theory, Killuminati to your body
With the impact of a 12 gauge shotty
Double-I
they tell?
Will anyone answer that incessant bell?
Diplomat Motel…what the hell?
Clocks are twelve years out of sync
Better tell time by the pimps
All
on twelve
Poppin' prescriptions on top of the hill
Even the devil advised me to chill
I told that nigga, stay out of my hair
She just want to fuck in
Them niggaz jumped out 12-gauge ( ? )
Give me the keys to your shit, or get shot in the rump
My girl got out first, they said (Ooh, look at that)
Not
a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded twelve-gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times front page
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come
burn baby burn
Army strategic and I pledge allegiance to the twelve gauge mossberg
I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed-off Leatherface got a big gun in your face
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
the nerves ignore the pain
Repetition needs a friend
I have a 12 gauge resting in my hands
How 'bout we get this party started right
And use a bullet for each
[Gunshot. Crickets. Heavy breathing.]
Never will another try to play
on another killin' day.
So, if you want to come around our way,
you know
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
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
been in your hood in 'bout a week ('bout a week)
Like 12, we hit your block, we walkin' up and swingin' doors (swingin' doors)
Since twelve runnin'
masta plan
Since he already rowdy
I just asked the man (HEY)
You want some work?
Well partna put in your bid
And by the way now whats your name?
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
kinda sporty
Flying with ma bro Xeno it be like Rick and morty
I be goin up with a 12 gauge shotty
Big mac you can feel a nigga caught a body
Jumpin out
12:31 in Other Translations
31 But covet earnestly the best gifts: and yet shew I unto you a more excellent way. 31 But earnestly desire the higher gifts.
got done by us
How you ain't ratin'?
Do a drill then claim it then
Drill them again before the retaliation
(Go ask) the way they talk, woulda thought
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
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
of the lust, niggas bustin' on us. Hit 'em up with
the buck 12 gauge eruptions. It's the art of war. Puttin' niggas on
the floor when I'm comin' through
Blaine, 12-gauge at your spinal
But what the hell do I know?
Was fifteen with sixteens, slay seven teens with my eyes closed
All through the night shift
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