Lyrics:
their mate
So bounce and gyrateeee
12am the night is still young
Looking for you out of a million
Pause
Saw you by the right
Music bumping
Heart thumping
Hold 'em down, hold 'em up, yo
It's gonna be a killin' after midnight
Niggas gettin' reday for the big fight
You could say this one's a murder by
been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gang bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young but still a victim of the 12
do
Just hope filled wishes
Pain in my chest when I wake up
Pop me a pill that's prescription drugs
Hits me hard like a 12 gauge slug
Now all this
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
drop Nomore number slumber Timber
When chop 12 Gauge shotty on me buck Shot dont stop Dont think no blink duck Shots
Youre block 4 cops Mosburg pump dont
muh'f***er
Makaveli the Don puttin' it down to the fullest, maximum overload
3 Day Theory, Killuminati to your body
With the impact of a 12 gauge shotty
shake it baby)
To the sunlight (now bounce for me baby; bounce-bounce for me baby) to the
moonlight (I love the way that you do me baby)
[Mr. Man] Check,
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
Makaveli the Don puttin' it down to the fullest
Maximum overload
3 Day Theory, Killuminati to your body
With the impact of a 12 gauge shotty
Double-I
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
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
Get it inna head back
War cyaa talk over, beg out nor buy out
44 bullet swell him up like bounce about
Straight and block e route
Mac 11 knock him out
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
coming ta serve ya
Nigga we told ya Bone be stalking, (we walking)
Number one assassin
Pick up the pump and it causing the 12-gauge eruption
Let loose
Abder tryin' at the damn game
One of em' beat him what a damn shame
Swingin' hands like candy man
With a candy cane and 12 gauge
In 12 days it's a rainy
provide that world you’ve been living in
I couldn’t gauge every problem within
Hoping it wouldn’t hurt me again
(Guitar solo by Ëkoli))
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
to lose
My shoes will explode, soon as you go to step in 'em (yeah)
You know how we do it, when we do, how we do it, when we come through
G-Unit, D12
a combat zone
Tryna swerve from 12
It never fails when you goin' through Hell
It's a combat zone
Catch that lick real quick (combat)
Get the bag, get
on my back like
King kong in the trunk beat you 12-12
That’s a 12 gauge handed by the 12th grade
And I’m from Harlem so you know we fly high
Buckle up ma
shells in a gauge on a shelf
I used to get punked and bullied on my block
'Til I cut a kitten's head off and stuck it in this kid's mailbox (mom, mom)
I
of perversion, fuckin bitches on Persian rugs
Washin niggas like detergent, it's the surgeon
Slugs propels from Bobby Steele's 12 gauge
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