Lyrics:
Yeah man I'm feeling this shit
Eyes on the prize
Killing this rap shit
You better run and hide
Don't take me for a joke
I'm the new hit
Boy
You
cleveland heat] heat
Thuggish ruggish bone see
Gun stack off
[Verse 1: Layzie]
See a nigga got fully automatics and I let them loose
Tha 12 gauge two
jails
In the cell, countin' days in this livin' black hell
Do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a 12 gauge pump for
I was tryna bust some’ real deal dog, nigga
You ain’t finna pluck none’
, man, his ass got crushed up
12 gauge shotty, man
You know I’m gon’ pump
flow
Cut em like Jason
If the beat to slow
Slow
12 gauge to you skull
Hidden Mac 11 take fuck bitches soul
Soul
Try to run can't go
10 little thotties ,
jails
In the cell, countin' days in this livin' black hell
Do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a 12 gauge pump for
Hatin And Some
Young Niggas Wit Me
Put A Beam On A 12 Gauge Buck Shots Spread
I Could Aim For Your Legs N Hit U In Ur Head
Like A Soldjha We Sleep Wit Our
and girls for breakfast
You're a titan of the nuclear age
Your muscles flex with a Uzi or 12 gauge
And you love the game, that's why you boast
Because
rocks, walk this way and you'll run like Kid Rock
Get hit with heavy metal and tie your neck with a Slipknot
It's kinda sick how I grab the beat and I
his neck
12 Gauge his ass got him bleeding bad
Took the wrong turn he went too my lab
Run to the truck and im speedin fast
Dont give a fuck put me
Come around these ends and know fosure that my friends will get you laid
Then we pull up to your ends and raid
Talk too much and you get the 12- gauge
Clack the black off a nigga make him see the light
My overhand right'll violate your civil rights
We get bars, big cars, cigars
12 gauge salute to your
been poppin since the mf 12th grade
Got kickback like a mf twelve gauge
You a lil p*ssy boy lucky that the bell rang
Yo bitch ain’t as bad as mine,
dat shit
I fell in luv wit the green at a young age
Try to run thru my house u meet the 12 gauge
Come here lil baby just do what the boss say
I know
a passion
No matter their smirks, or who I saw laughing
I hit the stage, with the fire to break them out of the cage
Dropping bombs over beats like a 12
ya want is what the rich people got
'Cause the people need power too
There's only lousy jobs run by slobs
And ya get paid crap for what ya do
Sellin'
of poppin' my pistol bangin' the brains
I'm leavin' the niggas sho' 'cause I don't want to be judged
by a 12 than carry by 6
[Flesh]
I'm a empty
sayin run from 12
but I got money stacked for bail
They tried to swoop me on McMillan
but I left them boys at shell
Ain’t no beefin with my guys
Yea
hold it, head bone
I'm a 12-gauge, I don't niggas fishin' like a croaker
I make you visualize emotions, gun got rhythm, it's a poet
Niggas' pride's
Cricket
Now it's a 12 gauge in the bag
2 fat shells on my lap
Might get hit when it slaps
GBOSAAA
Bodies gonn drop if u touch my darg
GBOSAAA
If I ain't
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
at the Arco, put some gas in my Caddy
Armor on my wheels, shine up my Daytons
Check my 12-gauge, I see jackers just waitin'
Got in my car, rolled up
worry me, see
I got a Glock that say 'Pac run the block
Fuck the cops 'cause my gauge gets me paid
As I sit and reminisce about the old days
Hugging
kinda sporty
Flying with ma bro Xeno it be like Rick and morty
I be goin up with a 12 gauge shotty
Big mac you can feel a nigga caught a body
Jumpin out
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