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m child - grab da guage 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-gg-, 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-gg-.
if you ain’t from orange mound, acting like you a killa’,
stick your chest out like you hard, yo, give up, they gonna miss ya.
n-gg-s 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-gg-s, c-ck my nine,
get stupid if you want ’em, so anxious, i hear you whine.
protect your sh-t; most of you n-gg-s 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-gg-, f-ck one, pull back the trigger.
if a n-gg- 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-gg- get me, this rapping sh-t won’t stop,
the lord’ll have me up in heaven b-mping out with tupac.
until the f-cking row blows, i’ll treat you n-gg-s 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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