Lyrics:
lost
Ima fuckin lion
But you sweeter than a tooth loss
Its nojo wa kid bitch I got that new Sauce
That boy fuckin fire
You can tell by the intro
though
But it's gon to be hard to breathe if I feel played
Watch him fade as the shells jump from the 12 gauge
Militant mind I grew up around soldiers
dolars because they know
When we're on the stage, we're in a mothafuckin' range
So Dre, why don't you get the 12 guage [yeah]
And show 'em how
is wrong
Glaze finna get his mothafuckin' rap on
So would whack DJ's back up off the 12 gauges
Give him some room
While the boom from the stage is
the cost of living? (Cost!)
My tracks are a 12 gauge
My 16's straight shells
My name times lyricism
Don't lie 'bout "don't ring no bells" (don't lie)
I'm
hearse
I just keep a shotty lil bitch I'm berserk
Blade in hand there's blood on my face
Smoke in yo home yeah I keep a 12 Gauge
Mosh in the pit I got
This one right here goes out to my frauds, scammers, workers that don't work, wannabe
Stick up kids, trying to get by on others' demise. Just let it
out, overt, shoulder holstered
Weight of the world being sung like a shot gun
12 gauge, 2 more than holes that I make
Get the picture, see it clearer
It's a muh fucking good time
I Ain't talking bout a muh fucking pork rind
Should've known I don't play bout mine bitch
Double 0 buckshots in the 12 gauge
ain't no discussion
Run up, you get burnt, like you just touched an oven
Fuck on that bitch, I might hit on her cousin (ayy)
She bust like a 12 gauge
stretchin' up to the dashboard,
Wasn't thinkin' how I'd probly get hurt, by a mad dad's 12-gauge in a supercharged Ford,
We were drunk on good love and fun,
feel, about it
My brain writes and my heart can make the jurisdiction
If my brothers down bad you know I'm hurting with em
Fuck 12
The clock skip it like
SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Keep thinkin' it's a game! -
Get shot the fuck up!
Nigga go 'head act tough! -
Get shot the fuck up!
I'll pull out that Tech! -
Get
While you watch it yea I’ll keep a small laugh
Fuck wit me, got an evil plan that I’ll craft
These 12 gauge shell yea they’ll blow out ya calf
Protect my
of, 'cause it's sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in
The mic is a drano, volcanoes
We live life like it's a party
Then y'all stop, we keep going
If they ain’t switch then something pop off
We don’t stop boy, we keep
Going, going,
to get dirty though
Left him in his driveway soakin wet sold his 6.4
Couldn't keep it no mo' that motherfucker was filthy
Mo' bodies done been in
rippin' MCs from Tallahassee to Compton
Biggie Smalls on a higher plane
Niggas say I'm strange, deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain
Make
rippin' MCs from Tallahassee to Compton
Biggie Smalls on a higher plane
Niggas say I'm strange, deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain
Make
like the fucking Mavericks
Up in Dallas
How the fuck it happened
Cause it wasn't magic
12 gauge if them ducks is quacking
Bus his ass like the busses
rather see my profits escalate
Then put the 12 gauge in your face
Just because I feel that you fake or an obstacle in my way
Got too much at steak
niggas and I'll box a nigga wit a 12 gauge
I'm goin ape shit, rampage
I was rock bottom, Dwayne
Like I got choked slammed from hell from top of the cage
garments, a pool at my feet
Total reconstruction, but kept it discreet
Disguised as a madman, some good method acting
Left old shores for new ones, 12 masks
Like hold up stop
Don't talk
I don't wanna hear you
Wanna hear the raindrops
Digging mass graves need a backhoe
Keep getting watched by the scarecrows
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