Lyrics:
the do'
Bet I won't be slippin' sleepin'
None ah them thugs I bails wid
Put ah trail ah twelve gauge shells
Bloody be smell 1-8-7 and the 2-11
12-gauge
up
12 gauge sawed off on me guarantee I'll fuck yo lungs up
I just took his soul, I need some more
Ion just want one
Hollow thru yo body rip yo guts up
to homicide
My city's full of gangbangers and drive-by's
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young
But still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories
as hell, go sell your pole
Flash of 2020's ain't shit, nigga, up a roll
Blow a 12-gauge through the window, you better duck a roll
Stop me a traffic
can do all them push ups to pump up your chest
I got a twelve gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest
Have you gasping for air after that shell hit your
been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gang bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young but still a victim of the 12
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
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 get 'em up with two thugs
Runnin' side by side with number one
Murder mo drop my gauge on 'em
When the po-po chase,
If they catch me barehanded I'm
killer
Y'all, put 'em in the river
Bodies shiver, fuck that nigga
Hit 'em up inside, minds be blowin' I'm dumpin'
Remember me spray 'em slay 'em guage
killer
Y'all, put 'em in the river
Bodies shiver, fuck that nigga
Hit 'em up inside, minds be blowin' I'm dumpin'
Remember me spray 'em slay 'em guage
Made Gangsta
Ruler clip on my hip
32 Plus 1
I cant miss Glltt Poww
Self made gangsta
Got tha 12 gauge
Gglllttt bang bang bang
Screaming gang gang gang
nobody
Niggaz'll run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty
Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
You want to rob me, you gotta leave here with a body
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
a rage
And loaded up my goddamn twelve gauge
If the punk don't keep ya
I'll be forced to hit ya wit the street sweeper
Ya ass shouldn't a started no
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
with two of my woes
Had a big 12 gauge in my rucksack
My young niggas drill
Like Itch and Sizz
10 toes in the drive with a book bag
And we're
of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to
Yeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face
Im headed for
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
you've never been
I don't come from the hood
The hood comes from me
Catch you, public no notary
One shot from the 12-gauge
Ain't no barber get you well
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
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,
tight i'm gripping
That trigger finger itching, uhh
It goes... uh huh
It goes down in the south
The 12 gauge in the house
The sharp blades in the house
of perversion, fuckin bitches on Persian rugs
Washin niggas like detergent, it's the surgeon
Slugs propels from Bobby Steele's 12 gauge
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