[Chorus: Buckshot]
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
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 in a rage
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 in a rage
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 in a rage
Ride up on the strip and put some niggas on the front page
[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]
Naughty, naughty motherfuckers get the feelin' of this shit
This shit so funky cause we underneath the grounds of Triple 6
I'm smokin' out, I'm livin' large, I keep you haters out my face
Your life is over motherfucker, when I grab ahold that gauge
My niggas from the Three 6 clique, they keep me hooked up on that game
I'm chargin' niggas daily, maybe lady is out to get paid
You hoes can't fuck wit me, I'm flowin', showin', hoes I ain't no hater
Comin' strictly from the Southside gettin' greater later
Everybody wanna gossip, he say, she say this and that
You suckers need to grow up out that kiddy shit, quit fakin' just 'cause the Three 6 Mafia comin' '96 to two G's, bitch
Ms. Lady Gangsta on that weed, kickin' real shit
Just to let you know I barr no ho, come on the scenery
Scenery, filled with red dots, infrared beams
Now where you gon' go? You can't hide, your life is over, kid
It's time for the killin' 'cause you have fucked up with the wrong ass bitch
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
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 in a rage
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 in a rage
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 in a rage
Ride up on the strip and put some niggas on the front page
[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]
Naughty, naughty motherfuckers get the feelin' of this shit
This shit so funky cause we underneath the grounds of Triple 6
I'm smokin' out, I'm livin' large, I keep you haters out my face
Your life is over motherfucker, when I grab ahold that gauge
My niggas from the Three 6 clique, they keep me hooked up on that game
I'm chargin' niggas daily, maybe lady is out to get paid
You hoes can't fuck wit me, I'm flowin', showin', hoes I ain't no hater
Comin' strictly from the Southside gettin' greater later
Everybody wanna gossip, he say, she say this and that
You suckers need to grow up out that kiddy shit, quit fakin' just 'cause the Three 6 Mafia comin' '96 to two G's, bitch
Ms. Lady Gangsta on that weed, kickin' real shit
Just to let you know I barr no ho, come on the scenery
Scenery, filled with red dots, infrared beams
Now where you gon' go? You can't hide, your life is over, kid
It's time for the killin' 'cause you have fucked up with the wrong ass bitch
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