D.J. Paul - Front Page lyrics

[Hook] Grab da Gauge, I'm in a rage Ride up on the strip and put some n***as on the front page [Verse 1: DJ Paul] Glock nineteen, ninety, nine double-M Pierce the skin off (?) him With the k**a Man with the Glock Better k** a n***a full-clip Fifteen rounds, better duck, or I'll k** a n***a's sh** Back like some fruits I'm kicking a solid black, baha suit n***as talk that sh** on they tapes like they grand daddys And grand mothers are bulletproof Givin' yo tapes out free because your sh** won't sell Hoe you got bullsh** rappers, bullsh** DJ's and some other sh** I'm hearin' hoe sh** on your T-a-p-e n***as if you think you real step to the Black Haven side I grab my G-au-g-e, b**h [Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] (A angel on the left, the devil on right) I hate what's in the middle (the sky was day and night) Bustas better duck from the buckin' of the double barrel pump Plus a trunk for a n***a that'll slip Hangin' in the projects, all my crooked thugs Never love a rookie s**er, take a n***a grip when I rip Trough the backdoor, lay it down, I'm a clown When I'm full of crown, scary b**h chop it up fast Watch out I'm poppin' I'm droppin' the gauge Like a baby, go gogo, and leave you wet fast Hangin' at the liquor store, little gin, full of dope Strapped with the twelve gauge, gotta let the b**h smoke In the wind, bullets in the afro f**in' with the fright hide keep a n***a strapped up [Hook] Grab da Gauge, I'm in a rage Ride up on the strip and put some n***as on the front page [Verse 3: Gangsta Boo] I'm about to creep up on a n***a and make a easy stang Stang like a bumblebee just like my n***a Skinny mane Scarecrow my n***a do you think that I can do this sh**? Do you think I can get away so smooth after I hit this b**h? It can be done so all for one and one for f**in' all Gangsta Boo the Devils Daughter Quick to make you lemons fall The sounds of thunder, mh I wonder are you familiar with this? But if you not you will be soon for f**in' with Triple Six! [Verse 4: Koopsta Knicca] Gangbang until you envision the Christ, mane And put you in the sack until it's day lit Inside of my dreams, it's filled with nothing but screams Where preachers will witness the hangings Strangeness, in the Holy Bible they can't chaste me There's no soul is in me Come on, now come burn with me Satan is my f**ing witness The Triple Six sh**, it started controlling my blood a year ago Since I was ejected from the streets up in heaven I'm quickly like blasting you hoes As told, a true blooded criminal leaving murders under covers Think about my mother, I'm grabbing the gauge And commence to like blasting you bustaz [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 neck red through paint, as I drank I think, I want to just spray n***as while smokin' dank Then I will go get me some f**ing black market artillery Like a damn tank so I can sank A battleship, me motherf**in' man*script Pimp me foreigner grip to make blood drip With clips of hollow tips, no miss By Lord, a n***a you cannot afford To f** with, I buck with motherf**in' Scar-flips He slips, I swings machetes trough his arteries I don't leave enough of the guts for them To be performin' some f**in' autopsies I pop these plastics and burn yo a** like acid Snatch out ya f**ing 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 planet Marijuana Satanic Triple 6, Satan himself gave me a gun I'm pumpin' this twenty gauge tryin' to knock out your lungs I believe in that redruM, b**h