Lyrics:
Shot down by a 12 gauge
Shotgun, never feel safe
Struck hard by a spiked fist
Cold blood runs down your face
As your hate grows stronger
Towards the one
engaged
Turn blowouts to 360 waves
How this 12 gauge feel sittin on ya tongue, on ya lips 'n'
dippin with money L in the green beamer
Sippin Zima's, on our
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
would use tech to hunt whales. Sounds like a train or motorcycle the older sounds, the new sounds are made by male whales only. innovative male. waves
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
Rhyme Syndicate, a storm incubating
The Syndicate's stronger day by day
12-gauge leave suckers brutally
Layin' in the concrete, kick ya face
Your
don't front off it
I feel like Im box office, cash come like mileage
Can't even gauge the real sage, the reason for peace
Within war, while stuck in
Yow Delly (eeeh)
Ah bare riffle dem dong a get kick wid
(long time)
Worse mi go get ah new ting from liquid (wha)
Mi have a 12 gauge wey name chesta
the odor
These boys raise hell pushin V 12 motors
We da shit bitch, I know you smell the odor
[Verse 1: E.S.G.]
Now would the freestyle kings stand up?
Hol
swerve. Up into my bag, cause I gotta get my mask
And shells, to put in this 12 gauge sawed off, get em' all off, nigga yo'
Loss, take it all off, got
to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One
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 wanna make my
to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One
to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One
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
Tallahassee
Under pressure niggas turning faggy
12 gauge when I slide why you lookin at me
Niggas don't know what I been through
I told that lil bitch she can
They call me Tyson when i'me on the Mike
Rapping freestyle like I do it from the side
Evertime I get high
Other rappers get by
I've been doing freestyle
P.O.W.'s got hung
What the fuck do I know about a grenade
All I know is the couch and my 12 gauge
And what if that pin gets stuck?
Several more
P.O.W.'s got hung
What the fuck do I know about a grenade
All I know is the (????) in my 12 gauge
And what if that pin gets stuck?
Several more casualties
looked up, and all I saw was blue lights
If I die tonight, I'm dying in a gunfight
I grabbed the AK, my homie took the 12 gauge
Load 'em up quick,
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
pledge allegiance to the 12 gauge Mossberg
I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed-off Leather face got a big gun in your face
Behind that bush and when they roll by
We
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
Millimeter Ruger
16 shots, hollow points will go through ya
and this? this here? this is a 12 gauge Mossburg kid,
two shots and you can wet like half
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