Lyrics:
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))
she sent me, and I cried for weeks
This what came out when I tried to speak - all I heard was
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me
depression died in the morning
I don’t got my 12 gauge you still dying with that .40)
Bitch I fell asleep hoping that I died in the morning
I don’t got my 12
wake, c'mon get, ya head game
Lookin' down the end of a 12 gauge shotgun
Get some c'mon, baby, get some
No one gonna see who the freak is gonna be until
I got the letter that she sent me, and I cried for weeks
This what came out when I tried to speak, all I heard was
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
back shots got her walking different now
I need freak bitch thick with a thumper
So I can tailgate it like a bumper
Nigga fuck 12 I’m a still cuff her
somethin' like this
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
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
somethin' like this
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there
and girls for breakfast
You're a titan of the nuclear age
Your muscles flex with a Uzi or 12 gauge
And you love the game, that's why you boast
Because
stretchin' up to the dashboard,
Wasn't thinkin' how I'd probly get hurt, by a mad dad's 12-gauge in a supercharged Ford,
We were drunk on good love and fun,
This 12 gauge fully loaded, slugs will fly get hit with barrages
Want a supermax tryna break banks, wanna ball out like NBA
Fuck what they all say can't
the fuck up, the kid is out with the loot sack
Got a big trey pound, itching just to swoop back
Timb is on the roof with the twelve gauge rifle
Scope is
what's that I just heard a noise
Get the 12 gauge and I call my boys
Motherfuckers is plottin' to get me, I know when I'm dreaming this
So that's
kicked
Only thirteen and already pregnant
I grabbed the forty out the bag and took a swig
Cause I was getting overwhelmed by bebe kids
They were runnin
and already pregnant
I grabbed the forty out the bag and took a swig
Cause I was getting overwhelmed by bebe kids
They were runnin and playin and cursin
kicked
Only thirteen and already pregnant
I grabbed the forty out the bag and took a swig
Cause I was getting overwhelmed by bebe kids
They were runnin
la-la, la-la
They got a A-P-B out on my thug family
Since the Outlawz run these streets like these scandalous freaks
Our enemies die now, walkin'
la-la, la-la
They got a A-P-B out on my thug family
Since the Outlawz run these streets like these scandalous freaks
Our enemies die now, walkin'
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
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold-shootin'
in me
12 gauge Shotty
To the body
You took the soul out me
Girl you took a good chunk of me
Since u left
Did u know that
I've been incomplete?
When
of the lust, niggas bustin' on us. Hit 'em up with
the buck 12 gauge eruptions. It's the art of war. Puttin' niggas on
the floor when I'm comin' through
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