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m-child - grab da gauge lyrics

[m-child] [chorus x4]

grab the gauge, full of rage, ’cause the bullsh-t you started
put your vest on, b-tch, and watch; i’ll aim for your head

[m-child]

get your sh-t together, n-gga, before your body be dragged
leave you stanky like some panties in a fat b-tch’s -ss
i’m kicking with top-notch, moving over for my cl-ss
something in me forever burning like jehova harr-ss
motherf-ckers on my street, we be ’bout making scrilla’
m.p.d. hop on the scene, we be vamping, my n-gga
if you ain’t from orange mound, acting like you a k!lla’
stick your chest out like you hard, yo, give up, they gonna miss ya
n-ggas don’t get the picture, i tell ’em time after time
can’t stress that sh-t enough, not even up in my rhyme
so i stay cool; when a pack a n-ggas, c-ck my nine
get stupid if you want ’em, so anxious, i hear you whine
protect your sh-t; most of you n-ggas be faking
b-tch, i’ll jump on you like grease and jump on you when you fry bacon
don’t play no games, m-child’ll leave your sh-t wet
like a p-ssy that’s been f-cked, georgia, you can’t forget, yeah

[chorus x4]

[m-child]

i be looking like a possum, i walk the streets at night time
taking back what be mine, put that sh-t in my rhyme
m-c-h-i-l-d, a memphis, tennessee figure
i’m a ghetto-type n-gga, f-ck one, pull back the trigger
if a n-gga talk sh-t, and it ain’t even worth it
i’ll stick a beer in your -ss and won’t think twice about it
but if a n-gga get me, this rapping sh-t won’t stop
the lord’ll have me up in heaven bumping out with 2pac
until the f-cking row blows, i’ll treat you n-ggas like hoes
the only thing that you can do with rhymes; startin’ wear some panty-hose
pockets so swole, rocking shows, i know my roll
mad enough to knock your -ss up side the head with a phone-pole
and if it get krilla’, gon’ dynamite i toss
i’m the motherf-cking boss your punk -ss, settle for loss
when i cross your path, you won’t laugh, you’ll be scared
i’ll crawl up in your head and talk some fusion, now you dead

[chorus x4]

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