Grab Da Gauge

Lyrics

[Chorus: Buckshot] In a rage, grab my gauge, I— Ride–ride up on the strip, and put some niggas on the front page Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage Grab my gauge, I'm— Ride–ride up on the strip, and put some niggas on the front page Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage Grab my gauge, I'm— Ride–ride up on the strip, and put some niggas on the front page Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage Grab my gauge, I'm— Ride–ride up on the strip, and put some niggas on the front page Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage, grab my gauge, I'm— Ride–ride up on the strip, and put some niggas on the front page Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage, grab my gauge, I'm— Ride–ride up on the strip, and put some niggas on the front page Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage, ride up on the s–, ride up on the s— Ride up on the strip, and put some niggas on the front page Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage, ride up on the s–, ride up on the s— Ride up on the strip, and put some niggas on the front page [Verse 1: DJ Paul] Glock 1999, double m, pierce the skin of her or him It's the Killa Man, with the Glock, better kill a nigga full-clip Fifteen rounds, better trip, kill a nigga's shit Act like some fruits, I'm kickin' a solid black Carhartt suit Niggas talkin' shit on tapes like they granddaddies and grandmothers are bulletproof Givin' your tapes out free because your shit won't sell Ho, you got bullshit rappers, bullshit DJ, and, some more shit I'm hearin' ho shit on your T-A-P-E Niggas, if you think you real, step to the Black Haven side I grab my G-A-G-E, bitch [Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Gangsta Boo] An angel on the left, the Devil on the right My head was in the middle The sky was day and night Busters better duck from the buckin' of the double barrel pump Plus a trunk for a lemon that'll slip, hangin' in the projects, I'ma crooked thug Never love a rookie sucker, take a nigga grip when I rip, through the backdoor, lay it down I'ma clown when I'm full of Crown, scary bitch, drop it off fast, watch out, they poppin' I'm droppin' the gauge is a baby, might "googoo", but dada's with cash Hangin' at the liquor store, Little Gin full of dope Strapped with the twelve gauge, gotta let the bitch smoke In the wind, and a ho, bullets to the Afro Fuckin' with the fright hide keep a nigga strapped up [Chorus: Buckshot] Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage Grab my gauge, I'm— Ride–ride up on the strip, and put some niggas on the front page Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage Grab my gauge, I'm— Ride–ride up on the strip, and put some niggas on the front page Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage Ride up on the s–, ride up on the s— Ride up on the strip, and put some niggas on the front page Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage Ride up on the s–, ride up on the s— Ride up on the strip, and put some niggas on the front page [Verse 3: Gangsta Boo] I'm about to creep up on a nigga and make a easy stang Stang like a bumblebee, just like my nigga Skinny, mane Scarecrow, my nigga, do you think that I can do this shit? Do you think I can get away so smooth after I hit this bitch? It can be done, so all for one, and one for fuckin' all Gangsta Boo, the Devil's Daughter, quick to make you lemons fall The sounds of thunder, hm, I wonder, are you familiar with this? But if you not, you will be soon for fuckin' with Triple Six [Verse 4: Koopsta Knicca] Bang, bang, 'til you fearin' the Christ, mane Now I'm put in the psycho ward daily Inside of my dreams, I hear little kids scream Poor preachers are waitin' for hangin's Stang 'em in the Holy Bible They can't escape, 'fore no soul is in me Come on, now burn here with me Satan is my fuckin' witness The Triple Six shit, to like controllin' me blood a year ago Since I was ejected, the streets up and hectic I'm quickly, I'm blastin' you hoes It's told, a true blooded criminal, leavin' two folks on them covers Think about my mother, I grab the gauge, and commence to like blastin' you busters [Verse 5: Lord Infamous] Me be so indulged with the dope, and I'm thinkin' I'm about to faint The smoke from the Jamaican ganja and I'm steady sippin' on that grapefruit paint, as I drank I think, I want to just spray niggas while smokin' dank Then I will go get me some fuckin' black market artillery Like a damn tank, so I can sank a battleship, me motherfuckin' mind is grim Pimp me born, equipped to make blood drip with clips of hollow tips, no myths By Lord, a nigga you cannot afford to fuck with, I buck with motherfuckin' skull flips He slips, I swings, machetes through his arteries I don't leave enough of the guts for them to be performin' some fuckin' autopsies I pop these plastics, and burn yo' ass like acid Snatch out yo' fuckin' eyes, and put 'em in a jar like Vlasic's By smokin' on this blunt-ah, I'm burnin' bud like lumber Scarecrow the spirit hunter lives on plenty marijuana Satanic Triple Six, Satan himself gave me a gun I'm pumpin' this twenty gauge, tryin' to knock out your lungs I believe in that redruM, bitch [Chorus: Buckshot] Ride up on the s–, ride up on the s—, ride up on the s- Ride up on the s–, ride up on the s—, ride up on the s- Ride up on the s–, ride up on the s—, ride up on the s- Ride up on the s–, ride up on the s—, ride up on the s- Ride up on the s–, ride up on the s—, ride up on the s- Ride up on the s–, ride up on the s—, ride up on the s- Ride up on the s–, ride up on the s—, ride up on the s- Ride up on the s–, ride up on the s—, ride up on the s- Ride up on the s–, ride up on the s—, ride up on the s- Ride up on the s–, ride up on the s— Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage Grab my gauge, I'm— Ride–ride up on the strip, and put some niggas on the front page Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage Grab my gauge, I'm— Ride–ride up on the strip, and put some niggas on the front page Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage Ride up on the s–, ride up on the s— Ride up on the strip, and put some niggas on the front page Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage Ride up on the s–, ride up on the s— Ride up on the strip, and put some niggas on the front page