Lyrics:
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Better tell them I ain't playin'
Because it's all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt
Ain't a damn thing change
I still keep that thing
goddamn 12 gauge
If the pump don't keep ya
I'll be forced to hit ya wit the street sweeper
Ya ass shouldn't have started no static G
12 gun shots
livin poor
Got me thinkin on a made level
Shootin my gauge to get paid
A fuckin crazed devil
Mad shit from here to there
Day by day
Year
a store, came across a 12-gauge
Showed they older brother and his friends like, "look here"
"Yeah, it's kinda hot, good lookin" - then they took it
Bag
on my back like
King kong in the trunk beat you 12-12
That’s a 12 gauge handed by the 12th grade
And I’m from Harlem so you know we fly high
Buckle up ma
ain't fun, when you're on the run
Got your gold and you got your gun
The life as an outlaw just begun
Got your shotgun by your side
Got your horse
Times
Inna one day how much?
12 Times one by one two same time
Bruk di record mek di new headline
[Verse 2]
Cancer gi yuh when yuh want a bonanza
Dweet
coming ta serve ya
Nigga we told ya Bone be stalking, (we walking)
Number one assassin
Pick up the pump and it causing the 12-gauge eruption
Let loose
Creepin' on your homicide
Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by,
Boogie Nikke's on a night ride
Thuggin through my thuggish ass hood
provide that world you’ve been living in
I couldn’t gauge every problem within
Hoping it wouldn’t hurt me again
(Guitar solo by Ëkoli))
depression died in the morning
I don’t got my 12 gauge you still dying with that .40)
Bitch I fell asleep hoping that I died in the morning
I don’t got my 12
that urge to splurge
But I'm broke as fuck, Sin, gimme that Mossberg swerve
Up into my bag 'cause I gotta get my mask and shells
To put in this 12
'cause I gotta get my mask and shells
To put in this 12 gauge sawed-off
Get 'em hauled off, (ah) y'all loss
Take it all off, got a n- car door
For
that urge to splurge
But I'm broke as fuck, Sin, gimme that Mossberg swerve
Up into my bag 'cause I gotta get my mask and shells
To put in this 12
muh'f***er
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
let's go)
Yeah,
Hold on', huh
Yeah no chorus twelve
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on
Twelve, twelve, twelve, fuck 12, nigga
Man the bitch ran up
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
spectacle for rubberneckers to see
Hop on the turnpike
To plan the next strike
Grab my 12 gauge shotgun
From the backseat for fun
Blasting round after round
life
I'd rather be carried by 6 before I'm judged by 12
Fuck 12, before I tell, I'll take a .38 shell
I'd rather be carried by 6 before I'm judged
the nerves ignore the pain
Repetition needs a friend
I have a 12 gauge resting in my hands
How 'bout we get this party started right
And use a bullet for each
Them niggaz jumped out 12-gauge ( ? )
Give me the keys to your shit, or get shot in the rump
My girl got out first, they said (Ooh, look at that)
Not
Hold 'em down, hold 'em up, yo
It's gonna be a killin' after midnight
Niggas gettin' reday for a big fight
You could say this one's a murder by
what's that I just heard a noise
Get the 12 gauge and I call my boys
Motherfuckers is plottin' to get me, I know when I'm dreaming this
So that's
Glory-holing fuck bitches
Leave pussy swollen
Im the broken table
That disabled all the fables
Leave ur shirt stained with
My 12 gauge close range
Slithering
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