Lyrics:
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))
work
Getting hype off words, eating hella nerds
Bodied the verse, call in the herse
Call in the nurse, killed it like a curse
Catch em with that deep
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
and with mad kids for self protectin
Don't know (bitch) and keep my hands on a little bit of solo shit
It's Bone Thugs forever cause I know where home is
of the lust, niggas bustin' on us. Hit 'em up with
the buck 12 gauge eruptions. It's the art of war. Puttin' niggas on
the floor when I'm comin' through
defeat
Just keep your place on your feet
So you can pray for the weak and
Be my prey for the week (Let's go)
Disciples that'll hold a twelve
Gauge when
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
the surgeon slugs
still pounds when Bobby Steels 12 gauge gonna pay deadly chronicles
We, held up in Gotham take heed and protect your seeds
We fall like all
black wants payback
I rack up killin stats!
Now I'm on the hunt with a 12-gauge pump
Massive hardware's in my trunk
Creepin low and slow
There's one,
this black wants payback
I rack up killin' stats!
Now I'm on the hunt with a 12-gauge pump
Massive hardware's in my trunk
Creepin' low and slow
I been used to it
I put a blade on the glock like a motherfuckin bayonet
Locked in my own head, will i go to hell again?
12 gauge in the mouth, will I
Squeeze the trigger
Rampage on stage,my crews in a rage
Searched my posse,found the Uzi but missed the 12 gauge
Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin'
You know the motherfucker did it
[Judge]
Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair
(Some guy laughs)
[Bizzy Bone]
We had
up
And it's my parrrt of the cut to let you know
That the (harrrder not to haul), you're stuck
I get the gauge, and let it blast
And get you
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
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
fade
One shot from the 12-gauge
Leave you niggas up with no brains
It's big Kyle and riqo
Right back to their old ways
Like the old days
When we spit
bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age
He was so young but still a
Victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse
Mind full of sick thoughts
over competition
At the end of the day we all win
If ever you make it first
Keep the doors open til we all in
By the way
I'm paving the way for
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
some Russian rifle weh me did hide weh
Mek we tek it to dem like inna di old days
Real pliers fi pop out toenails
12 gauge di real not old nails
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
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