Lyrics:
for the tape that's made by 5-0.
Look into the eyes of the 12 gauge barrel.
My t-shirt and khaki's with house shoes is the apparel.
Just call me a nigga
[king tee]
Well it's the musically drunken king tee, with the fifth of funk
Guaranteed to make you jump like my 12 gauge pump, huh
I've been around
turn it upside down, burn it up
And let it blaze, all i got left is one guage
I slung all the ones that i brung from the gun
Store, i gotta get at least
come around the track.
There's no gauge to read,
Peg the needle as I hit the black.
I'm going down
To a place where I can see all there is to see
After I come 'round and gave her the 12-gauge
You tried call my phone, but it was engaged
I was with my lil' mama, she was honey glazed
I've been
time, no, no
Let it fall by the way
But don't leave me where I lay down
Tell me love isn't true
It's just something that we do
Tell me everything
If you hear old Hank rockin'
A 12 gauge cockin'
You don't have to call the cops on me
Go back to sleep
There's no need to be alarmed
I know it's
goes a just like that yeah
Now break it down
Auto logic
On auto pilot
Silence equals death
And death equals silence
The crew that doesn't choose
to skrt on me, babe
Drop down, look suh you know I need to know
'Cause you keep telling me your love ain't free, babe
But if you with it, wine up on me
in it
Let knowledge drop
Let knowledge drop
By any means necessary, it's kind of scary
Knowledge of the hands of adversaries
Makes them the larger
From a killer
Turned a thrill
Into a tragedy
Yeah, a door left open
A woman walking by
A drop in the water
A look in the eye
A phone
raining so hard
It's really coming down
Sittin' by my window
Watchin' the rain fall to the ground
This is the time, I'd love to be holding you tight
I
Climb aboard, climb aboard you children
We're weighed down by our evil past
Drop us all, you should drop us all
drop us all and free your hand
drop
I done put it down with my click, and stood on my own,
And kill flesh and I rest on the nine
I'll be fuckin' with y'all, slangin' my dogs
And em'
the fuck is mine
My nigga I'll take it
Grab a player hater by the neck, choke him out and try to break it
Gimme your money, drop them keys
It's a jack
raining so hard
It's really coming down
Sittin' by my window
Watchin' the rain fall to the ground
This is the time, I'd love to be holding you tight
I
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
the non-believers"
Bounce, it's the new 12 play
Bounce though the pussy like L-way
Bounce, I wanna see your tail shake
Bounce when you hear are Kelly say
scared of paper
Thirty buck shots in this 12-gauge, it might fly up out your hand
Call my Haitians with machetes, they'll decapitate a man
Announce
breaks out, she grabs a knife
Tempers esculate to a total rage
Shots burst out from a loaded twelve-gauge
They call it mass murder, suicide
BUT SOMEBODY
back by popular demand and shit
Niggaz want the crown but can't handle it
This rap game's getting scandalous
I done lost my best friend in Los Angeles
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
I bust a trey-trey, buggin and shit
They call it overthuggin and shit
But I was just a younger nigga
Gettin'
time, no, no
Let it fall by the way
But don't leave me where I lay down
Tell me love isn't true
It's just something that we do
Tell me everything
Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference
But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids
Psych
If I were to die,
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