Lyrics:
armor, bomb ya!
So quick to test us, nigga wanna crash me, eat dust
For the love of the lust, niggas busting on us
Hit 'em up with the buck, 12-gauge
bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age
He was so young but still a
Victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse
Mind full of sick thoughts
A 12 gauge Mossberg kid
Two shots and you can wet like half a block
This shit here gets my dick hard
It's a Calico, it holds a hundred shots
If you can't
We gon drop this shit
Right on the Tok
12 o'clock like right on the
Right on the dot
Saying it's fire it's hot
After a week the whole album gon pop
by funk
Mothafucka, you ain't see my trunk
I got a (SK) and a (AK)
And a (12 gauge) that'll fuck a nigga whole day
So recognize a real nigga from
the cops out
I don't sell drugs so I don't come out
I'm posted in the cut with the sawed off
.12 gauge on me, I ain't pump fakin'
I'mma serve foolie like
and cage
Fair exchange clicked ya bow wid ya 12-gauge
It's time for me to do this shit for all my years hurtin'
See these other niggas bustin' raps that
to the heaven I'm so dope its
A weapon raps one big casino I'm plottin ocean eleven aye I might have sold the least but I still
Manage to most feared by most
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
these Fairfax blocks for ages
Organic for breakfast, free-ranging on stages
It's twelve-noon on my clock, engaged for 12 Gauges
I spit the plague,
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
Q rap woo
12 am in las Vegas taking shots
Am show this fucking haters
What i got
5 O clock in the morning busting nuts
Got yo bitch riding on me
to the ground
They'll hunt your fame with a 1,2 smile
They'll hunt u down with a 12 shot gauge
and hit up your spot with a 1,2
I was in jail with a couple
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
Makaveli, rest in peace
Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body
Mouth like a 12 gauge shot it (feel me) (come get me)
And Ja said he shall be (if
since
12 or whatever
Can I get bail or will I motherfuck myself?
Well I'm off to The Land with
A hand full of balls, that's all
Just some of my dogs Mo!
bag if you want to get fucked up
Every diga little bitch made nigga
Start runnin when I'm playin with the trigga
An uzi a 12-gauge it really don't
Apple Tree Swing Track #12 2:22
Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee)
(John Lee Williamson)
Sonny Boy Williamson - vocals & harmonica
With Blind John
subscribers up then I'll do part two
Smash or pass on yats
But anyway, they say the 44 can't jam
So I think I'll smash
And I'll smash the 12 gauge
Even though
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
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
Written by Adedamola Adeniji & Dorcas Odutola
You can't the scam the scammer
You wan use me like James and Kamal
Bem who born their mama
Them wan
we in a party, we in a party)
We in a party, I'm amused by how you move yo' body (Move yo body)
Baby girl she more poppin' in the 12 gauge Shawty
She
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
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