Grab tha Gauge Lyrics

[M-Child]
[Grab the gauge,
Full of rage,
Cause of bullshit you started,
Putcho vest on bitch and watch I aim fo’ yo head] x4
Getcho shit together nigga, fo’ yo body we drag,
Leave you stankin’ like some panties in a fat bitch's ass,
I kick it with top notch, mowette overflow my glass,
I’m feeling forever burning like Jehova harass,
Mothafuckas on my street, we be ‘bout making scrilla,
MPD hop on the scene, we be bailin’ my nigga,
If you ain’t from Orange Mound, acting like you a killa,
Stick yo chest out like you hard, ???? On a mission,
Niggas don’t get the picture,
I tell ‘em time after time,
Can’t stress that shit enough, not even up in my rhymes,
So I stay cool… with a pack of niggas, cock my nine,

Get stupid if you want I’m so anxious like Ginuwine,
Don’t take no shit… most of you niggas be faking,
Bitch I jump on you like ?? Jump on you when you ???,
Don’t play no games… M-Child will leave yo shit wet,
Like how pussy just been fucked, torture you can’t forget,
[Hook] x4
I be the key like the ??, I roam the streets at nighttime,
... Taking back what be mine,
... Put that shit in my rhyme,
M.C.H.I.L.D,
A Memphis Tennessee,
Figga,
... I’m a ghetto type nigga,
Fuckin’ pull back the trigga,
If a nigga talk shit,
And it ain’t even worth it,
I’m still goin’ bury yo ass, and won’t think twice about it,
But if a nigga get me, this rappin’ shit won’t stop,
The Lord will have me up in Heaven bumpin’ out with Tupac,
Until the fuckin’ world blow,
I’ll treat you niggas like hoes,
The only thing that you can do is buy a skirt and wear some pantyhose,
Pockets on swole,
Rockin’ shows,
I know my role,
Man enough to knock yo ass upside the head… with a phone pole,
… And if it get critical, dynamite I toss,
I’m the mothafuckin’ boss,
Yo punk ass ? Of a loss,
When I cross yo path,
You won’t laugh,
You’ll be scared,
I done crawled up in yo head,
And caused confusion, now you dead,
[Hook] x4
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Lyrics submitted by Edwin.