Lyrics:
Yeah
Vlone on my body
Vlone round' nobody
Never bit a bullet of a 12 gauge shotty
No one likes to drink, just the way it feels
They don't like
watching the show
Paying top dolars because they know
When we're on the stage, we're in a mothafuckin' range
So Dre, why don't you get the 12 guage (yeah)
Sleepwalkin stalkin runnin with the guage up under this murderous spell now
Consider me hellbound, crossin my path, i'ma drop this 12-guage shell 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
this black wants payback
I rack up killin' stats!
Now I'm on the hunt with a 12-gauge pump
Massive hardware's in my trunk
Creepin' low and slow
black wants payback
I rack up killin stats!
Now I'm on the hunt with a 12-gauge pump
Massive hardware's in my trunk
Creepin low and slow
There's one,
Hush little baby, don't you cry
Your mama's got a 12-gauge held up high
And if that boy ever breaks your heart
I'll send him where the moon meets
Hey God-Tell me what the hell is going on,
Seems like all the good shits gone
It keep on getting harder hanging on
Hey God, there's nights you know I
what's that I just heard a noise
Get the 12 gauge and I call my boys
Motherfuckers is plottin' to get me, I know when I'm dreaming this
So that's
I think I'm being shunned by my feet again
'Cause it's not a homeless life for me
It's just I'm home less than I'd like to be
And it's not
or nine
'Cause on a scale of one to ten, that's how I rate your vibe
Let me be your vibrator (get it?)
Your body's slammin' like Andre the Giant
Two
bitch Aretha
I keep my duece duece by my side my senorita
Ice on planet pluto freezing ritas
These niggas aint real should have known it from
boy, Poppa see to put a slug in your vest
Check, I walk around the street with the black tech nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn
the surgeon slugs
still pounds when Bobby Steels 12 gauge gonna pay deadly chronicles
We, held up in Gotham take heed and protect your seeds
We fall like all
Yow Delly (eeeh)
Ah bare riffle dem dong a get kick wid
(long time)
Worse mi go get ah new ting from liquid (wha)
Mi have a 12 gauge wey name chesta
Couple hours 'till dark
Wishing one would walk by
Might as well left my gun in the gun rack
Been here all day all I killed a 12-pack
Sittin' here
all my meals for free
I think I'm being shunned by my feet again
'Cause it's not a homeless life for me
It's just I'm home less than I'd like to be
a twelve gauge to the brain?
Arguments with my boo is true
I spend mo' time with my niggas than I do with you
But everywhere it's the same thin', that's
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Y'all been eatin' long enough now, stop being greedy (arf, arf)
Just keep it real,
holdin' wit music rollin' in the gold infinite
[Jay-Z]
We keep it raw & uncut for all the niggas and hoes
The first time you sniff it
It might hurt
Give it to ya raw!
Yo it's that old school shit
About 12 years old
Let's get physical operate your brain to function
I remember the Gods
I might take his soul
And I might trade that shit for bread
I keep dying in my sleep
I wake thinking that I'm dead
I cock it back and blast his ass
a symphony composed of killers and armed forces
Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses
It's goin down by the year 2 G
I'm goin be flyin through
a 12 gauge resting in my hands
How 'bout we get this party started right
And use a bullet for each of your eyes
Repetition's at its end
How does it feel
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