Lyrics:
me hype
But man I swear this shit is groovy
Talkin like a steppa
I aint seen you niggas movin
Ooo Its krash draggin through track
Hit the gas blowin
off in a silent rage
Fish tilled back to the Ritz with my 12 gauge
Gat smoking, I ain't joking
Left them fools on the ground face with they heads
eyes count to hundred I'm a get that load
5 6 7 8
Get to the bag I don't mind all the hate
Keep it hundred homie writing like I got that cake
Everybody
that line leak out the radio, it was a long story how it happened
D-12 though, y'all better quit actin' like that wadn't my man too
Like I was tryna
rhyme was a drug, I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure, when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was
gyal dem love fuck
Gyal dem 'bout ya plump up any man rump up
Found at riverton dump up
Pump up di 12 guage bunch up brain jump up
Knife first cut we mek
plays 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
don't give a flying fuck
It was like I bust his head
like a melon tossed from
12 stories up
splat
Lookin like a runned over
cat it's murder season got
Fall by the bounce 'cause you bounce hard and plastered
It's the same joint, it just sound better mastered
Try to tell brothas but you couln't
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
you're a sleeper
But I'ma be my little brother's keeper
Put him in the spot, let him clock notch
Tryin to keep him safe from the 9s and the 12-gauge
selfies eating scooby snacks riding shotgun
Facts and tough love all in ah 12 gauge
Blasting my incentive to take it all ah way
Ima cold hearted brother
money is the code of the streets
Live by it, and they say the hotter the bullets, the colder the streets
Like the older the hammer, the older the beef
Made Gangsta
Ruler clip on my hip
32 Plus 1
I cant miss Glltt Poww
Self made gangsta
Got tha 12 gauge
Gglllttt bang bang bang
Screaming gang gang gang
Too many of times I was alone
And Left behind
Too many of things I cannot say
That's on my mind
Men I need some time
To keep some check on my life
5 dollars I'ma fight for
My sisters only 12 and she's pregnant wit a baby
My brothers goin' ta jail and my momma's going crazy
I'm all by myself,
or get your ass capped
With a 12 gauge blast to your back
I'm not your average nigga, I'm untouchable
Shootin' motherfuckers full of rocks
The hell raiser
with two of my woes
Had a big 12 gauge in my rucksack
My young niggas drill
Like Itch and Sizz
10 toes in the drive with a book bag
And we're
the
[02:21.12]Struggle is never ending. Feels like it never ends.
But you see.[02:28.42]
I just keep pushing through the struggle day by day
In a place I call home but
personalities
In liberal art localities
Stifled by science
Cuz it ain't your truth
Can't hear nothin'
Sandbagged sound booth
Time keeps running
Forward through
on the luck for the niggas who ain't free
I was just blind by the streets now look i could see
Couldn't sleep right i didn't put someone in a garbba leaf
It was
kidding anybody, Teddy been this hype
Bit my style on every song on his hard drive
That's a motherfucking gigabyte
Bit it by the bottom, but he made it
and departed
Probably blown by a 12 gauge shawty so harshly
They Ronda block so Rousey surrounding spots being cautious
Counting losses in this mosh pit
They
older
Everybody walks fast
This world has surpassed the ability to keep its composure
I sit alone
Neath a red maple shade tree
And clean old 12
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