Lyrics:
no chain gang
Hit 'em with a sawed off, no twelve gauge
Think they got me, better reevaluate
Smokin' good ganja, let me elevate
Some people showin'
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,
boy 12 gauge
This the end of yo chapter nigga ain't no next page
Hit that nigga with the nut cracker ain't no Luke Cage
Super acc on this gleek I don't
savage like a
Gorilla
cap pilla
bust him like a 9 milla
But I'd rather hit him with
the sledge splitter to the dome
shouldn't been left home alone
I
Outta the jeep car
Run up in the liquor store hit the freezer
Grab a O, Gold, like my 4-0, my flow so cold, I gotta have some
Turn the music back up
I got more than one
I pull up with more than one
I pull up with gang
12 gauge ready to sang
Sang that little tune
Got me wheezy off the smoke
Mellow
to me I'm an idol
Skinny as a rifle, load up my 12-gauge disciple
Make an example out of a rival, Tell him beat it like he Michael
Niggas crying cause I
run the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say, c'mon..
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me
pages
Practice our aim we shooting at ranges
We number one, don't question our ages
Still fuck 12, but we keeping the gauges
Setting these trends, they
the slug from the 12 Guage pump, on chumps
Busting heads like pimples
Hit em in the temple, popping that mental
At the residential, ID'd by the dental
Dip in
like carryout
Joccboy, hot shit out the 12 gauge
If a nigga want fame, get the front page
Let that boy get the beats like he just plays
We don't shoot
gauge and machetes
We in this for the long run
I hope you niggas ready
Come and get me
paroled
Preparin’ for a long drive
As the story begins to unfold
Drivin’ west in Kansas
In a Chevy painted black
Perry and Dick in the front seat
12-gauge
in Jurassic ugh
I hit them with a 12 gauge to the face
Really want to snitch to my attic straight to my face
I don't give a fuck pussy add it to my
pop like 12 gauge
Me and your girl on the same page
Dance on that dick do the nae nae
Then run it back again like a relay replay
562 that's where we
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
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
band-aids and bought a couple glocks
Had to go on a rampage and hit a couple blocks
Once they hear that 12-gauge that's when the trouble stops
(boom)
If
Still don't give a fuck about the law
Still run with a pump in my car and fuck who you are
Your fuckin' with a couple of niggas that's really insane
to the neck
Feeling good rolling by with a clip in my tech
Third degrees under my belt put em up run em up
I don't never need no help
Evil playas seeking
above his fireplace
Hard to hear the angels in a shallow grave
You gotta
Run run Just as fast as you can
I got this cold 12 gauge I'm boogeyman
Defined by
Scary niggas in your click ain't prepare for this
Double eye slugs and 12 gauge think this
Hit 'em with the AP 9 or the M 16
See niggas so scared
ain't nothing to say
Don't bring it around here
What the fuck wrong with that boy, get him
I ain't got time to be toyin' with 'em
When a shotgun hit
tape
Punchin on his daddy cuz he
Think that he a tank
I got 2 big shit's and I
Just rubbed it on her face
12 Gauge to your face
I don't really like
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