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ting

Half a brick, it made the papers
Put it in the press, made a clone
Young and rich, blame the stove
Old school 12, it folds, snap it
Put two in

niggas think you really got them guts
To walk up to his house, knock on his door
Let 'em feel the buckshots of a twelve gauge
Backed up by an A-K
'Fore

on my back like
King kong in the trunk beat you 12-12
That’s a 12 gauge handed by the 12th grade
And I’m from Harlem so you know we fly high
Buckle up ma

tell
They must be new guages
I’m engaged to this game
When it leaves
I aim my 12 barrel guage
One in the chamber
Killing it

of jitts couple of guns right,
just fuckin around fuckin with one right,
12 gauge, we aint know it was loaded,
suddenly it went off and the barrel exploded,

with lies and the sensation damnation waiting around the corner sorta like an aids patient

Without frustration whip out the 12 gauges then spraying

in your ass since you like to talk shit
With a 12 gauge pump, I shoot you in both your knee caps so you can't walk bitch
Change the subject, niggas

But record when we off for the time
That's the MO
Roll out with my best bros
12 gauge all my kinfolk
Nigga I'm
On one
Chasing cheese but that thing keep

hella dust in my brown eyes
And this mash make a grown man downsized
Fuck friends I just wanna see pound signs
family stay by my side
Go check

pop like 12 gauge
Me and your girl on the same page
Dance on that dick do the nae nae
Then run it back again like a relay replay
562 that's where we

say everything I do
I'm the first mexican
Aint no love and aint no peace, bro
My 12 gauge shotty will make
Your chest look like a pizza
Things I do, I'm

ride if we don't leave holes
The 12 gauge ting's still breaking bones
Jakes on the ride, I can't make that known
L's on my side, still running down foes

Eternal

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Bone Instrumentals, Pt. 2

2008

coming ta serve ya
Nigga we told ya Bone be stalking, (we walking)
Number one assassin
Pick up the pump and it causing the 12-gauge eruption
Let loose

Ghetto Cowboy

Mo Thugs Family

Boom, Vol. 2

1999

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

a 12 gauge and ill unload. White chalk don't follow where this cunt goes
Most my brothers really love to huff snow. i'm stuck in dumb mode - call it thug

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

give you all that pressure
Give you all that work
Fully loaded
12 gauge it come exploding
Give you all that work (that work)
Fully loaded (fully loaded)

focus right
So right after I fuck 'em I ghost 'em
I feel it's poltergeist
The dayshift niggas seem to
Think this happened overnight
But since 12 I've been

Boys in the Hood

DJ Scorpio

Screw You 1

1999

muthafucka pulls out a deuce deuce
little did he know i had a loaded 12 gauge
one sucker dead, L.A. Times front page
(CHORUS) 
coz the boys in the hood are

rather see my profits escalate 
Then put the 12 gauge in your face
Just because I feel that you fake or an obstacle in my way  
Got too much at steak

into rock 
Gun on the waste got the baggie in the sock 
When I get the deal imma prolly invest in stock 
Double barrel 12 gauge with the big stock 
Yeah

gauge shotty
And I hop and get out, can’t nobody stop me
Riding by myself dawg aint nobody got me
Don’t need it, I don’t want it , without your help
Ill

12 gauge sonic enuh
Brain gone Weh Di gravity go
me see breakfast when u mumma vomit it up
IG close friends weh me post di picture
bare people a say me

at the bottom of the sea!

I got this 12 gauge shotgun
Uncle Sam gave it to me
Flat black and all composite
What a nasty piece of weaponry!
Then one night