Grab The Gauge

(album: Vol. 3 - Kings Of Memphis - 2000)

[Buckshotz:]
Grab my gauge and then erase
Grab my gauge and then erase
Ride up on the street
And put some niggas in the front page
Grab my gauge and then erase
Grab my gauge and then erase
Ride up on the street
And put some niggas in the front page
Grab my gauge and then erase
Grab my gauge and then erase
Ride up on the street
And put some niggas in the front page
Grab my gauge and then erase
Grab my gauge and then erase
Ride up on the street
And put some niggas in the front page

[Gangsta Boo:]
Now that now that motherfuckers get the feeling of this shit
This shit so funky cause we underneath the grounds of Triple 6
I'm smoking out, I'm living large, I keep you hataz out my face
Yo life is over motherfucka, when I grab ahold that gauge
My niggas from the Three 6 click, they keep me hooked up on that game
I'm charging niggas daily maybe, lady is out to get paid
You hoes can't fuck wit me, I'm flowing, showing, hoes I ain't no hata
Coming strictly from the South-side getting greater later
Everybody wanna gossip, he say, she say this and that
You suckas need to grow up out that kiddy shit
Quit faking just cause da Three, Six, Mafia
Coming nine-six, to two G's bitch
Ms. Lady Gangsta on that weed, kickin real shit
Just to let you know my partner 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 killing cause you have fucked up with the wrong ass bitch

[Buckshotz:]
Grab my gauge and then erase
Grab my gauge and then erase
Ride up on the street
And put some niggas in the front page
Grab my gauge and then erase
Grab my gauge and then erase
Ride up on the street
And put some niggas in the front page
Grab my gauge and then erase
Grab my gauge and then erase
Ride up on the street
And put some niggas in the front page
Grab my gauge and then erase
Grab my gauge and then erase
Ride up on the street
And put some niggas in the front page

[DJ Paul & Juicy J:]
Man this nigga kill me
Telling these people that he's about to go nationwide
When he gotta drop his tapes off hisself
Plus he gotta call drunk to get a ride
I saw the motherfucka standing out in front ah Best
Talking about, bout my tape
The nigga talk about the hard shit on that tape
Knowing he sweet as cake
The type ah nigga to tell these hoes
That's he about to blow the fuck up
The only blowing up bitch you doing
Is when I stick the grenade in your butt
Since Im smokin them mega blunts
I can't tell, fool, who's a liar
I saw you for real
Hit that ill shit
You Primo buyer
Juice mane I know what you saying
These hoes be killing me ever so softly
But little bit a bitch boy know
I be selling his verses cassette or tape afterly
Don't forget about the day
You enraged, after you got that page
From a doctor from the health department
Telling you are infected wid AIDS
This ho boy holding card
Was a mad bit than he bought for the two pon it
Then he got fucked signed his contract
You bitch boy you's a fucking dummy
Looking tryna deal wid big time cars, still put 'em on dem CDs
Dumb nigga you'll never sell more than the Three 6
Bitch please

[Buckshotz:]
Grab my gauge and then erase
Grab my gauge and then erase
Ride up on the street
And put some niggas in the front page
Grab my gauge and then erase
Grab my gauge and then erase
Ride up on the street
And put some niggas in the front page
Grab my gauge and then erase
Grab my gauge and then erase
Ride up on the street
And put some niggas in the front page
Grab my gauge and then erase
Grab my gauge and then erase
Ride up on the street
And put some niggas in the front page

[Lord Infamous:]
Infamous is coming strapped like an Italian-Arabic-Iraqie-Iranian-South American-cuban-guerilla-colombian-muslim, a subgroup maniac
Coming to rip your damn head off your neck, put your heart in a bag, then I sprinkle yo ash
Heading straight to tha headquarter, chief on the blunt of the Indica down in my stash
I reside in the insane asylum, the bodies I pile 'em
On Infamous Island where there is no smiling
The niggas buck-wilding, the weapons are silenced
There's nothing but violence
Military barbarian, buck 'em and bury 'em
Fuck with the scarier insanitarium, pallbearer carry 'em
There's no merry love, only murder blood
Then I take something worst
Out of all of these hollow points burst in disperse
Going through flesh and bone through the back of your shirt
You be burnt up and buried in dirt, that'll work
The Scarecrow be smoking these niggas for shit they can't get with, these bitches they'll never compare
I'm coming from the land of Triple 6, niggas still suffering every day man, I swear

I see them fucking press, oh no they better lay
It happens everyday don't make me grab the gauge
Dangerously I play, I blast out yo rib cage
And put ya body in the back of that grey Chevrolet

[Buckshotz:]
Grab my gauge and then erase
Grab my gauge and then erase
Ride up on the street
And put some niggas in the front page
Grab my gauge and then erase
Grab my gauge and then erase
Ride up on the street
And put some niggas in the front page
Grab my gauge and then erase
Grab my gauge and then erase
Ride up on the street
Grab my gauge and then erase
Grab my gauge and then erase
Ride up on the street
And put some niggas in the front page