Lyrics:
be the jumper
12 Gauge I call her rage and love to pump her
Let off a few shots clap clap dump her
And now I'm sitting in my coupe
System banging
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,
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
throat s*** I`m outta sight
I like to get my dick sucked in - broad daylight
Acting bad on the soil acting tough
Break your a** down like a 12-gauge
wit Higher Intentions
Out of dodge and out of focus
Blur it wit the magic
You don't even see it passin'
Magic carpet in the sky
12 Gauge on it, no
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
some Russian rifle weh me did hide weh
Mek we tek it to dem like inna di old days
Real pliers fi pop out toenails
12 gauge di real not old nails
on
Lone Catalysts, rocking to the break dawn
Make a sucker new jack be gone
He kick his shit, I be like
Yo, you puttin' me on?
You wanna battle? Out
black wants payback
I rack up killin stats!
Now I'm on the hunt with a 12-gauge pump
Massive hardware's in my trunk
Creepin low and slow
There's one,
this black wants payback
I rack up killin' stats!
Now I'm on the hunt with a 12-gauge pump
Massive hardware's in my trunk
Creepin' low and slow
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
Watch me shoot a movie
Go hard
It's proven
If you saw me lose it
I Don't need a holster
Bitch I Fruit of Loom it
12 gauge
To your face
If I'm
kill em like sasuke
With a blade like a 12 gauge
My fuck rate
Is as big as my mix tape
Take yo bitch on a dinner date
But a fucking stake
Hot as hell
family
Smoking water before the tragedy
Jeffrey Dahmer with no sanity
Lunatic popping black mollies
Before I blast 12 gauge shotties
I jam hotties after
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
there
The way it looks, you'll end up in Playboy books
While your man is in Manhattan snatching pocket books
Bugging and mugging with a big 12 gauge
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
cheap clothes
That was til I got the cheat code
12 gauge I was have to bust it reload
Whoop you in spades get dust in c-low
Yeah I be rapping bout
on
Lone Catalysts, rocking to the break dawn
Make a sucker new jack be gone
He kick his shit, I be like
Yo, you puttin' me on?
You wanna battle? Out
paroled
Preparin’ for a long drive
As the story begins to unfold
Drivin’ west in Kansas
In a Chevy painted black
Perry and Dick in the front seat
12-gauge
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
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
12 gauge shotty, with a pump like Joe Dumar's
Shells the size of Sprewell lugs, go through cars
Rip apart your new Bentley nigga, like Dre sent me
know what time it is)
They understand and support us
(I ain't goin' out) Theodore (Uh-huh!)
[Ghostface Killah]
Eh-yo!
Stark edition, rock
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