Lyrics:
they gon' let that bih spray
Gang, snipe 'em, bang bang
No drive-by, this personal, hit you close range
If we really beefin' why you put it
a 12 gauge. The
first stage of insanity people say it aint wise to get faded off the
ST.Ides. A mother cries,another
son lies in a casket,life was fun
irregular?
And if you want to get all hype, I'll have to settle ya
By pullin out my 12-gauge shotgun
And if you want to go rhyme for rhyme, I got some
Dope
pulls out a deuce deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucka dead L.A. Times front page
-Chorus-
(Punk, punk muthafuckaz like it ain't
to do it on occasion
And engagin in .44s and 12-gauges
Some old suckers lay the beat twice as hard
And when you see I got 20'000 bodyguards
I came
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
of a gun
He put fools in ditches
Raised well, time went on and he aged well
At age 12 dropped a twelve
Gauge and two A-12’s when I blaze this L
See niggas
but fuck 12
Nigga I toss the oop, it’s going in
My check like my songs: the shit bounce
When it’s Yung Cope & Big Sod’, that’s unfair
(coming for they
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
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
see 12 like 6th grade You see 12 in a Shot gauge
Be soft singing like 12 play while u Burn sage
Been had rage 15 yrs been had range
A lot of shit
cock the glock and make room
Shit man i got a 12 guage with the infared scope
I found a tec 9 it use to be a radio
But now i'm a g, psycho, crazy
Fuck
If I fall just let me crawl I guarantee I'm a bounce back
If I'm broke just let me float guarantee I'm a bounce back
Bout that green by any means
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
you tumble
Now when you try to get up, motherfucker, you stumbled
Now it's a must that I can bust, from the shots from my 12 gauge
Dust to get your
to the rhythm all night yeah 12x
Anytime wey I see you walking by
I feel my heart telling me to make you mine
I’m feeling it, feeling it, feeling it, feeling it
the neighborhood
With no loans Only cheese
Let our own people
Go Patrol the streets
No lynch mobs
For quick jogs
No heart drops
When 12 drift by
Chorus
We
(Scoop)
Yeah alright, it's all fun and games 'til a nigga trippin'
Mop the floor, hide the wet sign just to catch him slippin'
Pull up, bounce out with
suplemnal, 12-gauge-shot
To you're body, tha fuccin criminal
? westcoast beat ? who got tha ? I'm sicc on that gangsta-chit
Nah blood or crip, I'ma anybody
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
as a threat
Always on go, don't need no ready set
Kill you and your boys and I'll take your family next
Got a 12 gauge in the back it do damage
Put it in your
on you with that 12-gauge ultimatum
Like give it up, all that shit
Yeah, give it up
They call me Dr. Greenthumb
Because I got the Midas touch
Roll
the fat brown bags of the good shit
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though
Dope fiends smokin' the shit by the corner store
Broke as fuck kinda
brown bags of the good shit
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though
Dope fiends smokin the shit by the corner store
Broke as fuck kinda bummy with
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