Lyrics:
Yeah fuck you niggas mean
Bout to load this beat and blow the shit to smithereens
I don't spit unless it burns inside like Listerine
I try keep my
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
Hush little baby don’t you cry
Your mamas got a 12 gauge held up high
And if that boy ever breaks your heart
I’ll send him where the moon meets
Turn off the L, don't burn the seats
Watch out for 12
Dig in like cleats
Whats that smell? its victory
Rang doorbell, showed artillery
Now we on the way
Shooting shit for fun
Evergreen came from the fucking slums
Mother fuckers they talk they really don't want none
12 gauge by my fucking side
Chromed out
Shooting shit for fun
Evergreen came from the fucking slums
Mother fuckers they talk they really don't want none
12 gauge by my fucking side
Chromed out
In Studio 54, Waiting to Exhale
When in the world 12 disciples, in this life cycle
That's trifle, so my impact's a twenty gauge rifle
Fifty/fifty
they stay in tha street
I'm only fuccin wit tha real niggaz, they playin fo keep
When tha streetz in yo whole blocc wit them 2
I'm old-skool ? play by
Tucked beneath my waist band
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
With a 50 Cal' on my left shoulder (Boom)
And a 45 on the right one (Bow)
Aim a 12 Gauge at your ugly face
Yeah yeah it's T-Hype and the Born Loser from the Duo. Def Squad. Right now
New York Chi-Town 6-0-6-4-4 act like you know. 95 realize and recognize.
a 12-gauge double barrel shotgun, I own a regular shotgun, I own a regular hunting rifle, I own a 9mm, a 357, a 45 handgun, a 38 special, and, erm... I own
Leavin the cut in a rage
Loadin up my mac, goin to my crib, to get my 12 gauge
One of my boys just got shot, huh
Fuckin around, in that million
MAC-10, MAC-11,
12 Gauge gon' get you acquainted with Heaven
My homie got .45s, it's gonna bang too
And his cousin got four 9s, and we brought them
a newspaper, keep knocking, I'll be out later
I know I had a lot to eat at the Chinese buffet, and iHop earlier that day
And I still haven't taken a dump
It's
a nigga just can't fuck me,
Nigga better have me cash,
Or I kill his whole family when the twelve gauge pump blast,
Now test me,
Never ever let a nigga
the well-paid
But hit us with a 12 gauge
A skeleton's your cellmate
Keep falling until you feel yourself fade
Into a world where weaponry is self made
By people
throat s*** I`m outta sight
I like to get my dick sucked in - broad daylight
Acting bad on the soil acting tough
Break your a** down like a 12-gauge
my dick sucked in broad daylight
Acting bad on the soil acting tough
Break your ass down like 12-gauge Doyle bluff
You know if, ooh, that's what
pretender ways
Yuh know yuh coward like (gyal)
Mi wi empty ah eagle inna yuh elder ears
Middle day murder yuh friends amaze
Bury like sand when di 12 a gauge
When we come they keep on walkin'
But my dogs ain't only barkin'
Y'all better beware of us
I'm eatin' chicken wings, mm, it's like chicken feed
Mm, I'm
there
The way it looks, you'll end up in Playboy books
While your man is in Manhattan snatching pocket books
Bugging and mugging with a big 12 gauge
Twelve gauge pump
Shot 'em all did the job, somebody got robbed
And Nip will eat the fresh like it's corn on the cob
Keep is real, you know I gotta keep
ammunition by my feet
Ak 47 in my lap, that can eat through concrete
I got macks and Glocks, 12 gauge with long buckshots
Two five holster round the sock,
the gauge
And then
You speak
Your words a charm unmatched by anything or anyone
Keep 'em coming, I'm coming undone
Say my name
Say it slow
Take you anywhere
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