Lyrics:
up for it by flexing double deckers
Top all 223's that double dr pepper
Bottom 12 gauge, pins shaved like there's a wedding
I go heavy, I get hard
a 12 gauge blast to the body
And it even knock you back if you stop me
Got rock try to copy you cant be me
Joe$ya mane the one and only you gon see me
They call me Layzie the Kid
Tha names Powder P
Can I get a 12 guage?
Outlawd everyday
On the front page
Now Mr. Kid
If you give me the lowdown
smoke raws
The shit I smoke, none you niggas can get
This all exclusive shit
We don't smoke by the gram, we smoking by the whole zip
Every month, yeah, I
I see it, I'm a simple man
Hey, I'm the kinda man wouldn't harm a mouse
But if I catch somebody breakin' in my house
I've got a 12 gauge shotgun
flattened
You don't wanna open up
The missile silo hatches
I will end up in a cell like cytoplasm
The shell give 'em spinal fractures
The gauge is 12
Like
to bed they don't need to watch
Cards on the table and an elephant too
Wal-Mart 12 gauge, AR discontinued
Feed full of memes, nothing new on the news
In
Blessed with malevolence
One man fled to sin city
We all knew how that would end
He grabbed the 12 gauge
prayed, pulled the trigger, what a fucking mess
Go!
Back Home it's 12 gauge shotguns
Round Here it's 8-Lane Gridlock
Back home it's backyard baseball Sunday after church
Round Here it's sky high
the slug from the 12 Guage pump, on chumps
Busting heads like pimples
Hit em in the temple, popping that mental
At the residential, ID'd by the dental
Dip in
and a half million scanned by the second week
Mother fucker I hit em up
[D12 and Eminem spit on the next few verses. Proof goes first...]
I'm from Detroit's
when the owner is home
Twelve gauge freestyle off the top of your dome
That's the right to bear arms and the right to write violent
Come in peace
see me clown, muthafucka
Psychopathic Rydas dumpin'
Psychopathic Rydas hey
Psychopathic Rydas dumpin'
Psychopathic Rydas hey
We doing drive-bys
a left swipe across yo face like we on tinder
See, Murdock starts a moth a fuckin inferno
I've walked through flames to get here by now it don't even burn
gauge
You know what T.I.M.E. is - that's word to Flavor Flav
Free the mind of the slaves, the allegory of the cave
No cap, I'm Steve Rogers, I can do this
Nigga shoulda been rushed off the stage
Feelin nutty then bust a gauge
Cut like spades, blowin back out like hand grenades
Ya patna's over there bleeding
Audi A3 days
I used to have the crop gaff full of green like I was CJ
They let you freestyle on the showroom when they've been paid
Everybody's fallen
to lose your house if you don't get a raise
Just stay close to goin to work with the 12 gauge
You you see a new millennium
But feel like your in
It's on now
Feel threatened by this
T-Squad
T.S.
Takin shit
[ VERSE 1: Armageaddon ]
We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this
this shit
Y'all niggas still engaged
Turn blowouts to 360 waves
How does 12 gauge feel sittin' on ya tongue
On ya lips 'n'
Dippin' with money L in
ting
Half a brick, it made the papers
Put it in the press, made a clone
Young and rich, blame the stove
Old school 12, it folds, snap it
Put two in
fire fueled by
Umps of the empire
Who expected us to use our last
Breath to pump their tires
Should've checked the pressure gauge
(You would've been
and missin'
Bulletproof cars are driven, Teflon edition
Bodies cut up in large chunks, thrown in car trunks
Music inside the bar stunk
Gettin' surrounded by
pronouncin it right)
12 gauge unload now your brain exposed
gotta get up out dis game because its gettin to drastic
dodgin bullets cause dey want to make my
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