Artist: Shawn Wigs Album: The 45 King Song: 100 Rounds Typed by: Cno Evil "The twelve gauge, double barreled Remington; come get some" [Shawn Wigs] I got a hundred rounds of sounds, two four pounds On the floor by the speakers, three nickel bags tucked deep in the sneaker Watching the freezer, big chain sweeper hung over the wife beater I was born for this poetry shit behind loops Peak coke reppers and the six hundred coupes Benz and the Armani wood brain frame I was born for ya'll muthafuckas to know my name Wiggaaaaaaaaaaaaa, Wigs for short You gon' find a dig caddy in the port Range with the born physical, I'm equipped Banana clip, can't cut it with no mistake Raps like a soul food plate, crib with the raw onion gates Floors with the marble face... rest in peace...