Lyrics:
your mind
Then come on, when the rapture takes me
Be the fallen angel by my side
(Shake your rag doll baby)
(Shake it 'round)
(Shake your rag doll
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
the wrong trigger and your fate is sealed
Sign the waiver to begin the game
Put death around the corner screaming your name
12-gauge shotgun take your aim
If
down
But don't worry bout it lil baby
Yeah I go for rounds
Round and Round round we go
I go for rounds baby
The Punch Mob just don't stop for hoes
Let me
to a mole
It's like a nigga been here before, shit is a bore
My thoughts soar in the AM
Slay them like a machine round the clock with the 12 gauge aim
Yeah it's Project Pat up in this thang
Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin' a rip it like it's supposed to be flip
back by popular demand and shit
Niggaz want the crown but can't handle it
This rap game's getting scandalous
I done lost my best friend in Los Angeles
Shake, Shake
Shake, Shake
Shake, Shake
Shake, Shake
Shake, Shake
Shake, Shake
Blue cheese on me know I'm fly like a wing
Round of applause when she
to try to shine
All these people round me try to dim my light
Tell me why I'm feelin like I wanna die
Till you came along now I wanna try
Mmmmm yea
Now I
Fuck them niggas get it by yourself 3
Skrr skrr got me riding in the 12 speed
I don’t fuck with niggas she just think I’m shy
I don’t do no cap no I
station
Well that's just pathetic
Well since that's what it is
I'ma pull a 12 gauge and pump lead
Since you think my pump's unleaded
Yeah, that part
Why you
Dick
Yea if it's a fat bit
No I can't play around
Ain't tring to stay around
Nah ain't tryna lay around
Yea you know Ima freak yea yea
Thats year round
I
hearin' shots ring out 12 o'clock at night
A car full of dead niggas in the midnight
Because it gave the cops a reason just ta shoot 'em up
But now they
squad get it down like this
Whole squad buyin' rounds of Cris'
Whole squad got they crowns on wrist
Whole squad got a pound of twist
Whole squad got
Tucked beneath my waist band
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
With a 50 Cal' on my left shoulder (Boom)
And a 45 on the right one (Bow)
Aim a 12 Gauge at your ugly face
commit the most killing
The government do the most dealing
It's like we walking round freewheeling
When we can get shot in a minute
Just chillin
ignore!
V25 Group
(and individual lines by each)
1/2 group 1 & 2
Agreed…
1/2 Group 3 & 4
Here here
All Group
I say we finally ignore
1/2 Group 1 & 2
yuh go heaven
Big mac 11 send yuh fi go rest wid di devil
Bwoy come a tell mi how
Much him ratchet blade
Pump action full him up a 12-gauge pebble
Nuff
Yeah
It is what it is, son, niggas can’t stand it
It’s my fifth lap
A nigga been round and round the planet
Shorty said ‘Welcome to Miami'
Her
sound sets outside discoteques
It's Klep the death specialist, Stallone and Stone shit
Stayin high representin for the nine-quint
Ras bad guy, burns
sound sets outside discoteques
It's Klep the death specialist Stallone and Stone shit
Stayin high representin for the nine-quint
Ras bad guy, burns
Yeah, yeah, um
Class is in session, please get by the bar
Ladies, first position (Yung Dza)
I wanna see you tucking in that butt, haha (go,
, shake that ass, girl
Shake that fat, fat, fat, fat ass, girl
I'm a fat ass bitch, you're right
Got a fat ass cake, that's nice
Put my round fat ass in his
You don't wanna see a tear drop from my eye
So you better just move homie and walk on by
Cuz I ain't got time, its hard staying alive
All you
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