M-Child - Grab Da Guage lyrics

[M-Child] [Chorus x4] Grab the gauge, full of rage, 'cause the bullsh** you started, Put your vest on, b**h, and watch; I'll aim for your head. [M-Child] Get your sh** together, n***a, before your body be dragged, Leave you stanky like some panties in a fat b**h's a**. I'm kicking with top-notch, moving over for my cla**, Something in me forever burning like Jehova harra**. Motherf**ers on my street, we be 'bout making scrilla', M.P.D. hop on the scene, we be vamping, my n***a. If you ain't from Orange Mound, acting like you a k**a', Stick your chest out like you hard, yo, give up, they gonna miss ya. n***as don't get the picture, I tell 'em time after time, Can't stress that sh** enough, not even up in my rhyme. So I stay cool; when a pack a n***as, co*k my nine, Get stupid if you want 'em, so anxious, I hear you whine. Protect your sh**; most of you n***as be faking, b**h, 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** wet, Like a p**y that's been f**ed, 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** in my rhyme. M-C-H-I-L-D, a Memphis, Tennessee figure, I'm a ghetto-type n***a, f** one, pull back the trigger. If a n***a talk sh**, and it ain't even worth it, I'll stick a beer in your a** and won't think twice about it. But if a n***a get me, this rapping sh** won't stop, The lord'll have me up in heaven bumping out with Tupac. Until the f**ing row blows, I'll treat you n***as 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 a** up side the head with a phone-pole. And if it get krilla', gon' dynamite I toss, I'm the motherf**ing boss your punk a**, 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]