Lyrics:
slice it like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ's say, "Damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when
pronouncin it right)
12 gauge unload now your brain exposed
gotta get up out dis game because its gettin to drastic
dodgin bullets cause dey wanna make my
dead bodies
All these kids dying, the talk of illuminati
As I'm murderin' ink, I get a call from irv gotti
Say "keep spittin' cause when you do it's like
Her hair enhances
The bright blue sky
Like a 12 gauge shotgun
She's a young man's dream
A perfect vision
Down by the stream
Come on
Bring it on down
pair of boots
Grandaddy's rusty 12 gauge
I still love the way it shoots
Like a muscadine bottle of wine
This heart of mine gets better with time
morning feelin' good as a motherfucker
Sunshine on my mind give it to me brother
Or roll wit me see what you discover
Stay high but we gotta keep it
feel like a monster
Cleanin my 12 gauge
Contemplating if I can murder
Or not, escape routes, and getaways
But the rude awakenin' is man
They lockin' us
Teen wolf off the pine
Swizz say showtime
All through the night
We running lights
Yeah we love the hype
Light it up
All through the night
We running
we in a party, we in a party)
We in a party, I'm amused by how you move yo' body (Move yo body)
Baby girl she more poppin' in the 12 gauge Shawty
She
yourself buried
Wow, you’re not ready, you Bangladeshian
You’re not steady
You Ethiopian excuse of an emcee
You better keep bullshit in your belly
Yeah, it’s
want some Coach shit too, I say first Ferragamo
Dumping out a striker, I'ma shoot this bitch like a jet
You ever shot a 12-gauge, it'll rip through
tha feild ina minute its makin me sick
Drum on tha tactical 12 guage wit a laser to point out a bitch
Keep speaking on nate bitch I know where you stay
this cold ass world
Life unfolds, I unload to keep my sanity
I guess it's just the B-I T-C-H in me
Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
a razor blade so fast
Other DJ's say, "Damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by
on the fade
Slice like a ninja, cut like a razor blade
So fast, other DJs say "Damn!"
If my rhyme was a drug
I'd sell it by the gram keep my composure
When it's
raised by the plot, product of the hater
The gauge and the glock, and I keep a blade
I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun
Married murder one,
shoot or get shot
I'm raised by the plot, product of the hater
The gauge and the glock, and I keep a blade
I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge still
Makaveli, rest in peace
Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body
Mouth like a 12 gauge shot it (feel me) (come get me)
And Ja said he shall be (if
and cage
Fair exchange clicked ya bow wid ya 12-gauge
It's time for me to do this shit for all my years hurtin'
See these other niggas bustin' raps that
you pass by
Shy to make a move but I want you as my bride
Stop it stop it stop it Had to
Hop it hop it hop it eavesdrop
Peepin in peering in
them ol' green heads back home
Keep your heads bowed
It's gonna get real loud
When that 12-guage choir sings out a holy song
Well, somebody say Amen,
slice it like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ's say, "Damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when
that’s just an act, you know I want you
You doing what you want to
A Boss, keep it blunt too
Let a bitch confront you, rag ‘em by they frontal
You slaying’
no fans
I did it all with no bands
I write my lyrics by hand
Just check the hype it's no scam
You know the popstar my brand
I keep it clean no Diane
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