Grab Da Gauge Lyrics
[M-Child] [Chorus x4]
Grab the gauge, full of rage, 'cause the bullshit you started
Put your vest on, bitch, and watch; I'll aim for your head
[M-Child]
Get your shit together, nigga, before your body be dragged
Leave you stanky like some panties in a fat bitch's ass
I'm kicking with top-notch, moving over for my class
Something in me forever burning like Jehova harrass
Motherfuckers on my street, we be 'bout making scrilla'
M.P.D. hop on the scene, we be vamping, my nigga
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
Niggas don't get the picture, I tell 'em time after time
Can't stress that shit enough, not even up in my rhyme
So I stay cool; when a pack a niggas, cock my nine
Get stupid if you want 'em, so anxious, I hear you whine
Protect your shit; most of you niggas be faking
Bitch, 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 shit wet
Like a pussy that's been fucked, 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 shit in my rhyme
M-C-H-I-L-D, a Memphis, Tennessee figure
I'm a ghetto-type nigga, fuck one, pull back the trigger
If a nigga talk shit, and it ain't even worth it
I'll stick a beer in your ass and won't think twice about it
But if a nigga get me, this rapping shit won't stop
The lord'll have me up in heaven bumping out with Tupac
Until the fucking row blows, I'll treat you niggas 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 ass up side the head with a phone-pole
And if it get krilla', gon' dynamite I toss
I'm the motherfucking boss your punk ass, 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]