Lyrics:
I been used to it
I put a blade on the glock like a motherfuckin bayonet
Locked in my own head, will i go to hell again?
12 gauge in the mouth, will I
glocks
Wearin' all these colors, like they shop in a Crayola box,
They take shots, so I shoot back
12 gauges, see my verses have the same effect as bible
of perversion, fuckin bitches on Persian rugs
Washin niggas like detergent, it's the surgeon
Slugs propels from Bobby Steele's 12 gauge
Front page, "Daily
hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by
through the city
Sippin' Henny we vibin'
It's about to be a good Sunday Funday
Like if you want to
Like really really want to
We can get drunk by 12
I'm
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
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
shells in a gauge on a shelf
I used to get punked and bullied on my block
'Til I cut a kitten's head off and stuck it in this kid's mailbox (mom, mom)
I
and yellin
And tellin and look at this young punk bailin
I heard a knock on the door without the password
And her mom's got the 12 guage mossberg
The nigga
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
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
fault[02:05.80]I ain't the same, then of course[02:06.97]I saved my best for the worst[02:08.09]Oh I get comfort by pissin' on y'all[02:10.12]Nah, actually fuck it's
a 12-gauge shotty
Got machetes and them cannons loaded up
Got them xany's and that lean in my cup
These politician's can come up missin', I'm on a mission
You
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
with a 12 gauge
Beef with lames been chill and it seems dumb
Things change and i'ma B Real with a Green Thumb
Green lung cash all the above
On a Yellow
jails
In the cell, countin' days in this livin' black hell
Do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a 12 gauge pump for
about my past
But 12 years goes by pretty fast
Last year I got harassed
I was pissed and I snapped
I put the fear in them , I was a monster
But
jails
In the cell, countin' days in this livin' black hell
Do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a 12 gauge pump for
the surgeon slugs
still pounds when Bobby Steels 12 gauge gonna pay deadly chronicles
We, held up in Gotham take heed and protect your seeds
We fall like all
Makaveli the Don puttin' it down to the fullest, maximum overload
3 Day Theory, Killuminati to your body
with the impact of a 12 gauge shotty
Double-I
'em in the rectum, and then reject 'em
I make Hell raise, kick like a 12-gauge
Make you feel like you're trapped in a steel cage
Niggas kickin' nursery
hunt with a 12-gauge pump
Sendin muthafuckas to the dump
The nigga killa, known to slam a hoe
Finger on the trigger, lettin the hammer go
Boom-boom,
Paying top dolars because they know
When we're on the stage, we're in a mothafuckin' range
So Dre, why don't you get the 12 guage [yeah]
And show 'em how
every crime known through the equator
They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin' blood on my 'gators
My weed'll hit your chest like a double barrel gauge
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