Lyrics:
Columbine wasn't chance
It was that behavior of some kids who were fueled by rage and a 12 gauge
Angst that annihilated and hurt the innocent
Sought their
It's 12:08 in the morning and i haven't ate since the morning
Putting in all of this work hoping ill be great by the morning
Looking for a sign
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
after dark (Murda) (Murda) Killin It just don't stop (Homocidal) The 12 gauge left you up and down But another victim called the D-E-A-D Listen to that
a nigga stand next to me (nope, never)
Everybody a hot nigga 'til 12 pull up, get cold feet (cold feet)
Stay by myself, ain't gotta worry 'bout a nigga
I burn that dirt, hug that road,
Plug my lip with a fist full of Skoal
12 gauge cock, shift down low,
Bounce mud tires like a bass on a pole
Up
the
[02:21.12]Struggle is never ending. Feels like it never ends.
But you see.[02:28.42]
I just keep pushing through the struggle day by day
In a place I call home but
bottle of booze
My baits a' runnin a little low
Man a box of 12 gauge would be all the rage
I'm all liquored up and I'm feelin' good
Well just down
to do it on occasion
And engagin in .44s and 12-gauges
Some old suckers lay the beat twice as hard
And when you see I got 20'000 bodyguards
I came
a 12-gauge double barrel shotgun, I own a regular shotgun, I own a regular hunting rifle, I own a 9mm, a 357, a 45 handgun, a 38 special, and, erm... I own
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
the stars
And I find it mighty bizarre
Like that fat tub of lard from D12
How do you like my new car?
This shit's a fucking V12
Windows roll up by
like pancakes with extra syrup
Whatever y'all put up, I double that
Stapleton is where I hustle at, 2-12 is where I bubble at
Yeah, I'm talkin'
pancakes with extra syrup
Whatever y'all put up, I double that
Stapleton is where I hustle at, 2-12 is where I bubble at
Yeah, I'm talkin' money-wise, you
thang's in ya face man
It's Project Pat wit' that 12 gauge strapped ya'll
I blow yo' chest out yo' motherfucking back dawg
Chorus-4x
Pat starts
5 dollars I'ma fight for
My sisters only 12 and she's pregnant wit a baby
My brothers goin' ta jail and my momma's going crazy
I'm all by myself,
like this on purpose
But if I keep this up we gonna need some hearses
Shotty hitting like a 12 gauge
Living life like I'm self made
I been getting high
drop to your knees
That's the position, assume it bitch
You slip and you're soon to get
Fucked up by a lunatic
Decide to pack a gat
Well that's the way I
At a time when women had no rights,
V4 Woman 3
they paved the way for woman to band together and fight.
It would take a while…
1/2 Group / #1 & #2
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
mama Portia please
To send Mavado and Kartel ova seas
Roach gun rip up di mango trees
12 gauge pellet big like bumblebees
Di bryco fit di pocket and mek
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
yuh go heaven
Big mac 11 send yuh fi go rest wid di devil
Bwoy come a tell mi how
Much him ratchet blade
Pump action full him up a 12-gauge pebble
Nuff
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