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d 12 - get my gun lyrics

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i’m goin’ to get get my gun

this motherf-cker wants to disrespect me?
em, em, what the f-ck you doing man?
i got something for his -ss, calm down, no you calm down
man, what’s you’re problem? f-ck that

the motherf-cker wants to pop sh-t to me? man
he wasn’t poppin’ sh-t, you heard him he was poppin’ them sh-t
what sh-t? that sh-t, you heard him
he asked for your autograph

a m-ss murderer, pack burners to blast further then you can get
my sh-t be shooting through bricks
i mix anything together, i done guillotine a n-gg-r
keep it heated, i pop clips with 17 or better

i’ll be severin’ heads, i’m in everyones nightmare
a n-gg-r that can never ever be scared of the fed’s
and the n-gg-rs that’ll f-ck with you, stab and br-ss knuckle you
then have you in the public, there’s nothing that you can do

enough with you’re motherf-cking tough talk, you’re soft
get you’re b-lls blew off, from a sawed-off, fa’ raw dawg?
crazier then all y’all , what you like the navy when i’m angry
you’ll never catch me hangin’ in a noc’s car

all i have is thought of, breathing evil
desert eagle’s will eat through people
when i see you i’ma heat you’re beef slow
f-ck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and

(i’m goin’ to get get my gun)
this motherf-cker’s poppin’ that sh-t
nah f-ck that i’ll be right back
(i’m goin’ to get get my gun)
nah motherf-cker, f-ck you
you ain’t disrespectin’ me like that

(i’m goin’ to get get my gun)
walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
b-tch how you like that?
(i’m goin’ to get get my gun)
bet you ain’t know that i’m strapped
nice one, b-tch this is my gat
(i’m goin’ to get get my gun)

i bring it to n-gg-rs lookin’ as if they want trouble
i send they body flippin’ around like a stunt double
forget about the fightin’, scr-ppin’, squabing, buckin’
i’ll squeeze the piece you jumpin’, dodgin’, duckin’

squatin’ under trucks and screamin’ “that n-gg-rs bluffin’ ”
i cuff my nuts while cussin’ “don’t trust him”
i’m round up runyan, dave, wood and nico
my n-gg-r big i jamal lettin’ the heat blow

heat sleep hoes got it in, you’re neepo
’cause you keep shooting at me and missing like shaq’s free-throws
you gotta hit a little closer if you wanna try
pistol whip a soldier, with a missle on his shoulders

you can fold or blow ya’ brick house into some tiny boulders
a grimey older cab will leave you with a tiny odor
i’m doggish, you feelin’ frogish, you leap b-tch
my car is right across the street b-tch and
(i’m goin’ to get get my gun)

my whole outfit count clips, get you’re house lit the f-ck up
you’re spouse sh-t, and you’re mouse clip
betta’ watch miscountless slugs i’ma send
watch you holla when them hollow tips dug threw you’re skin

i’m in love with the sin, tell bugz i’ma see him
when i c-ck back, right to put your blood on you’re friends
make a run, got a hint, bust a slug on his chin
ain’t going no were like the drugs outta kim

i’m a psycho icon, the mightful might bomb
get a eye full of lead when i slight you’re lights out
with a street cleaner, wipe you’re life out
bullets flow at you’re ears, like a tyson fight bout

f-ck the night clout, guns, clips
(i’m goin’ to get my )
f-ck that, run b-tch
hit the street talks, chumps don’t know me
ain’t no profit to be home crowd homie

dumb-ss motherf-ckers, always gotta come to me
with some dumb sh-t
f-ckin’ i done told this motherf-cker
w-ssup b-tch? autograph this, oh sh-t
(i’m goin’ to get my gun)

i’m trying to pull the trigger but it’s stuck, f-ck
my sh-t is all jammed up, up
c’mon you c-ck sucking, good for nothing
mother-f-cking piece of sh-t, shoot, ah

yeah, wattup b-tch? say that sh-t again
shot the bullet missed, hit a brick
bounced of it ricocheted back in his shin
went through his b-tch on the way back hit his friend

payback homie, don’t play that sh-t is spin
to be on i told you to leave this sh-t alone or
(i’m goin’ to get my gun)
and it’s a shame i’m to drunk to even aim
denaun stepped in the way and i shot him in his leg

it’s like bang, bang, bang n-gg-r pop, pop, pop
everybody bustin’ rounds like they ra, ra, ra
but when you see me in the street, i be like w-ssup now?
they bodyguard be steppin’ in trying to calm sh-t down
(chill out man, chill out)

f-ck that i got a bone to pick, you said it
then we said that wrestle like some grown man sh-t
then we, then we could talk about our problems, couldn’t we?
just shoot a fair one and handled this situation seriously

i guess not, you wanna resort to the heater
so i gotta grab my mac and my uzi and my nina
step between us and get shot but get separated with the squeeze
you ain’t ready for war, runyan ain’t nothing to play with

this motherf-cker’s poppin’ that sh-t
nah f-ck that i’ll be right back
(i’m goin’ to get get my gun)
nah motherf-cker, f-ck you
you ain’t disrespectin’ me like that

(i’m goin’ to get get my gun)
walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
b-tch how you like that?
(i’m goin’ to get get my gun)
bet you ain’t know that i’m strapped
nice one, b-tch this is my gat
(i’m goin’ to get get my gun)

walk to rite-aid for a can of spaghetti
it’s been one hour and b-tch my photo’s ain’t ready
picture’s of my dog and my family reunion
it’s been two hours and my f-ckin’ days ruined

hey, kate, do you wanna get raped?
have my pictures on f-cking phillips 38
that’s why i don’t be f-cking battle rapping
’cause every time i lose, this is what the f-ck happens

back to these pictures i was trying to get developed
this man tried to get in front of me, i wouldn’t let him
i’m ready to blow this b-tches brains out
i’m nervous, i farted, some sh-t came out

times up, shot her with a gun
got on my cell phone and called rev. run
and all this crazy sh-t i, regret it
all ’cause i wanted to see elton john naked

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