歌曲 | Bay Area Massacre |
歌手 | Ant Banks |
专辑 | The Best Of Ant Banks |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Banks, Butler, Martin, P. ... | |
It's the Bayside (Massacre) | |
The Bayside (Massacre) On and on and on (Repeat 2x) | |
[Mr. Ill] | |
I was missing from my christening | |
Chewing on my writing pen persuing the enlightenment | |
To tighten nitwit game and lighten dim lit brains | |
The Rebirth, shit, I'm off the hook now | |
You see dirt through these terse, you will get shook pal | |
But look how children, be on some other shit | |
When the brother split, he coming back double grip | |
Bubble fit (Now) Bola (How?) Up off that cola | |
(Wow) Yo I done told ya (Blow) His life is over | |
Treachery is out to get with me, mental telepathy is saving me | |
I wear it like a badge of bravery, for safe haven see | |
Cause the grave in me calling me, but I ain't falling, G | |
They come in walls of three, I let 'em all have heat | |
I'm a let you know, check your testicles | |
Bet you're skeptical, with the letting go and wet you slow | |
And your ho, she gets some too, see your crew get run through | |
For you to undo, is like a llama learning kung fu | |
Drama's what I run you, mama's what you'll run to | |
I'm a go on and dump you and make you something to slum to | |
Chump you forgot to ask him, I got that platinum | |
Jump you, I bag and burn him, and bad ones learn from | |
Desert tongues get stripped out, if you gonna jump ship shout | |
You flipped out, then get clout, but that's not what this shit's bout | |
You salting my name, halting my fame, faulting my game | |
Niggas know I bring assault like the same | |
It's the Bayside (Massacre) | |
The Bayside (Massacre) On and on and on (Repeat 2x) | |
[Rappin' Ron] | |
Fuck you bitch, I fish to fuck you quick | |
And what you get, is no props, I'm blowing up your whole block | |
It don't stop, I'm on top of this going down | |
Nigga peep Ron flow, the lawn mower's mowing now | |
And nigga I'm about to cut your grass | |
Smash the gas, hit the block, adjust the mask and bust your ass | |
Fuck the past, focus on the present tense | |
With president and no paraphenalia or evidence | |
I'm heaven-sent but never repent so I won't make it back | |
But if I go tell, fuck it, I might as well take a strap | |
As I bail through hell's deepest dungeon | |
I plunge in the fire pit, to see if I die quick | |
Or if I get ressurrected and reincarnated | |
And when motherfuckers look to check, double R made it | |
Rappin' Ron, sending busters to trapping john | |
Blowing up so much shit niggas swore that I just got back from Nam | |
Bombs drop when Ron cocks nine glocks | |
And when the time's hot my nine pops non-stop | |
So nigga why not bust a shot and leave fools dead | |
Cause fool I got chops and glocks in my toolshed | |
Who said that you fled and Ron never stomped ya? | |
Nigga, I'm a monster, you know Ron can conquer | |
I'm the rawest flawless, Diddley Dog is the tallest | |
And I'm the shortest, but notice that I flow this | |
You're bogus, you can't get me, hit me or fuck with me | |
The shit be bumping, it's just me and Ant Diddley | |
Dumping, pumping, swelling fools' heads like a pumpkin | |
And my assumption is that you'll be shorter than a munchkin | |
The rhyme carrier, breaking the barrier and blasting ya | |
And dogging you like a terrier on the Bay Area Massacre | |
It's the Bayside (Massacre) | |
The Bayside (Massacre) On and on and on (Repeat 2x) | |
[Gangsta P] | |
Meet this gangsta nigga worser than Charles Manson | |
AK in my motherfucking hand, I'm demanding | |
Niggas who grab the mic and perpetrate this rap game, time to dust ya | |
SNV soldier firm like they should've told ya, now it's slaughter | |
Triple-6 thoughts got me caught up like Anita in the rapture | |
When I capture, ain't no escaping you bastards | |
Bow down to the devil taker, bodybag zipper creep | |
Made can't another nigga fade a | |
Flow like I flow, eastside O | |
Homicidal face-to-face, do you like 'em detrimental? | |
Flipping the script on my own shit | |
Disrespecting, you going to feel 50 from this fucking clip, bitch | |
Pray for holy water cause I gotcha | |
On this Bay Area massacre | |
It's the Bayside (Massacre) | |
The Bayside (Massacre) On and on and on (Repeat 2x) | |
[Ant Banks] | |
I get around like a carousel | |
So ain't no motherfucker similar, equal, or either parallel | |
It's no equivalent, so nigga don't be ignorant | |
But different, cause what the nigga meant was insignificant | |
A ligament is what I'm finna breaking then I wake is what I hit em with | |
I make the nigga shake then penetrate | |
And yeah I did the shit, for all you suckers and cluckers | |
And motherfuckers causing ruckus, and bustas who think they hustlers | |
What's this world coming to? Crews is what I'm running through | |
You're tumbling, wondering, what the fuck I done to you | |
Cause one or two, I'm coming through, three or four, we can throw | |
But five six seven and eight, you gonna go to hell and wait | |
Until I get there, shit yeah, then it's gonna be on | |
Catch the homies come then he gone, if he would have only known | |
I ain't to be fucked with, nigga I'm willing to buck shit | |
Them niggas be rushing and bucking | |
I still be ducking and fucking 'em up quick | |
It's the Bayside (Massacre) | |
The Bayside (Massacre) On and on and on (Repeat 2x) | |
[Jock] | |
Big fat dick out to you side busting, ho trusting ass | |
motherfuckers out there, you know what I'm saying? | |
Us East Bay niggas ain't trusting no hoes | |
Before we trust a bitch we suck 1000 clapping dicks | |
and swim through liquid shit | |
A bitch ain't nothing but a sympathetic wreck | |
All she fall to the toilet and break her motherfucking neck | |
Bitch, back on up and recognize young Jock for the 95 or 96 | |
Coming dope for my nigga Ant Banks, you know what I'm saying? | |
He ain't bullshitting with you motherfuckers out here | |
115 Subrandy Park til I die, bitch |
zuo ci : Banks, Butler, Martin, P. ... | |
It' s the Bayside Massacre | |
The Bayside Massacre On and on and on Repeat 2x | |
Mr. Ill | |
I was missing from my christening | |
Chewing on my writing pen persuing the enlightenment | |
To tighten nitwit game and lighten dim lit brains | |
The Rebirth, shit, I' m off the hook now | |
You see dirt through these terse, you will get shook pal | |
But look how children, be on some other shit | |
When the brother split, he coming back double grip | |
Bubble fit Now Bola How? Up off that cola | |
Wow Yo I done told ya Blow His life is over | |
Treachery is out to get with me, mental telepathy is saving me | |
I wear it like a badge of bravery, for safe haven see | |
Cause the grave in me calling me, but I ain' t falling, G | |
They come in walls of three, I let ' em all have heat | |
I' m a let you know, check your testicles | |
Bet you' re skeptical, with the letting go and wet you slow | |
And your ho, she gets some too, see your crew get run through | |
For you to undo, is like a llama learning kung fu | |
Drama' s what I run you, mama' s what you' ll run to | |
I' m a go on and dump you and make you something to slum to | |
Chump you forgot to ask him, I got that platinum | |
Jump you, I bag and burn him, and bad ones learn from | |
Desert tongues get stripped out, if you gonna jump ship shout | |
You flipped out, then get clout, but that' s not what this shit' s bout | |
You salting my name, halting my fame, faulting my game | |
Niggas know I bring assault like the same | |
It' s the Bayside Massacre | |
The Bayside Massacre On and on and on Repeat 2x | |
Rappin' Ron | |
Fuck you bitch, I fish to fuck you quick | |
And what you get, is no props, I' m blowing up your whole block | |
It don' t stop, I' m on top of this going down | |
Nigga peep Ron flow, the lawn mower' s mowing now | |
And nigga I' m about to cut your grass | |
Smash the gas, hit the block, adjust the mask and bust your ass | |
Fuck the past, focus on the present tense | |
With president and no paraphenalia or evidence | |
I' m heavensent but never repent so I won' t make it back | |
But if I go tell, fuck it, I might as well take a strap | |
As I bail through hell' s deepest dungeon | |
I plunge in the fire pit, to see if I die quick | |
Or if I get ressurrected and reincarnated | |
And when motherfuckers look to check, double R made it | |
Rappin' Ron, sending busters to trapping john | |
Blowing up so much shit niggas swore that I just got back from Nam | |
Bombs drop when Ron cocks nine glocks | |
And when the time' s hot my nine pops nonstop | |
So nigga why not bust a shot and leave fools dead | |
Cause fool I got chops and glocks in my toolshed | |
Who said that you fled and Ron never stomped ya? | |
Nigga, I' m a monster, you know Ron can conquer | |
I' m the rawest flawless, Diddley Dog is the tallest | |
And I' m the shortest, but notice that I flow this | |
You' re bogus, you can' t get me, hit me or fuck with me | |
The shit be bumping, it' s just me and Ant Diddley | |
Dumping, pumping, swelling fools' heads like a pumpkin | |
And my assumption is that you' ll be shorter than a munchkin | |
The rhyme carrier, breaking the barrier and blasting ya | |
And dogging you like a terrier on the Bay Area Massacre | |
It' s the Bayside Massacre | |
The Bayside Massacre On and on and on Repeat 2x | |
Gangsta P | |
Meet this gangsta nigga worser than Charles Manson | |
AK in my motherfucking hand, I' m demanding | |
Niggas who grab the mic and perpetrate this rap game, time to dust ya | |
SNV soldier firm like they should' ve told ya, now it' s slaughter | |
Triple6 thoughts got me caught up like Anita in the rapture | |
When I capture, ain' t no escaping you bastards | |
Bow down to the devil taker, bodybag zipper creep | |
Made can' t another nigga fade a | |
Flow like I flow, eastside O | |
Homicidal facetoface, do you like ' em detrimental? | |
Flipping the script on my own shit | |
Disrespecting, you going to feel 50 from this fucking clip, bitch | |
Pray for holy water cause I gotcha | |
On this Bay Area massacre | |
It' s the Bayside Massacre | |
The Bayside Massacre On and on and on Repeat 2x | |
Ant Banks | |
I get around like a carousel | |
So ain' t no motherfucker similar, equal, or either parallel | |
It' s no equivalent, so nigga don' t be ignorant | |
But different, cause what the nigga meant was insignificant | |
A ligament is what I' m finna breaking then I wake is what I hit em with | |
I make the nigga shake then penetrate | |
And yeah I did the shit, for all you suckers and cluckers | |
And motherfuckers causing ruckus, and bustas who think they hustlers | |
What' s this world coming to? Crews is what I' m running through | |
You' re tumbling, wondering, what the fuck I done to you | |
Cause one or two, I' m coming through, three or four, we can throw | |
But five six seven and eight, you gonna go to hell and wait | |
Until I get there, shit yeah, then it' s gonna be on | |
Catch the homies come then he gone, if he would have only known | |
I ain' t to be fucked with, nigga I' m willing to buck shit | |
Them niggas be rushing and bucking | |
I still be ducking and fucking ' em up quick | |
It' s the Bayside Massacre | |
The Bayside Massacre On and on and on Repeat 2x | |
Jock | |
Big fat dick out to you side busting, ho trusting ass | |
motherfuckers out there, you know what I' m saying? | |
Us East Bay niggas ain' t trusting no hoes | |
Before we trust a bitch we suck 1000 clapping dicks | |
and swim through liquid shit | |
A bitch ain' t nothing but a sympathetic wreck | |
All she fall to the toilet and break her motherfucking neck | |
Bitch, back on up and recognize young Jock for the 95 or 96 | |
Coming dope for my nigga Ant Banks, you know what I' m saying? | |
He ain' t bullshitting with you motherfuckers out here | |
115 Subrandy Park til I die, bitch |
zuò cí : Banks, Butler, Martin, P. ... | |
It' s the Bayside Massacre | |
The Bayside Massacre On and on and on Repeat 2x | |
Mr. Ill | |
I was missing from my christening | |
Chewing on my writing pen persuing the enlightenment | |
To tighten nitwit game and lighten dim lit brains | |
The Rebirth, shit, I' m off the hook now | |
You see dirt through these terse, you will get shook pal | |
But look how children, be on some other shit | |
When the brother split, he coming back double grip | |
Bubble fit Now Bola How? Up off that cola | |
Wow Yo I done told ya Blow His life is over | |
Treachery is out to get with me, mental telepathy is saving me | |
I wear it like a badge of bravery, for safe haven see | |
Cause the grave in me calling me, but I ain' t falling, G | |
They come in walls of three, I let ' em all have heat | |
I' m a let you know, check your testicles | |
Bet you' re skeptical, with the letting go and wet you slow | |
And your ho, she gets some too, see your crew get run through | |
For you to undo, is like a llama learning kung fu | |
Drama' s what I run you, mama' s what you' ll run to | |
I' m a go on and dump you and make you something to slum to | |
Chump you forgot to ask him, I got that platinum | |
Jump you, I bag and burn him, and bad ones learn from | |
Desert tongues get stripped out, if you gonna jump ship shout | |
You flipped out, then get clout, but that' s not what this shit' s bout | |
You salting my name, halting my fame, faulting my game | |
Niggas know I bring assault like the same | |
It' s the Bayside Massacre | |
The Bayside Massacre On and on and on Repeat 2x | |
Rappin' Ron | |
Fuck you bitch, I fish to fuck you quick | |
And what you get, is no props, I' m blowing up your whole block | |
It don' t stop, I' m on top of this going down | |
Nigga peep Ron flow, the lawn mower' s mowing now | |
And nigga I' m about to cut your grass | |
Smash the gas, hit the block, adjust the mask and bust your ass | |
Fuck the past, focus on the present tense | |
With president and no paraphenalia or evidence | |
I' m heavensent but never repent so I won' t make it back | |
But if I go tell, fuck it, I might as well take a strap | |
As I bail through hell' s deepest dungeon | |
I plunge in the fire pit, to see if I die quick | |
Or if I get ressurrected and reincarnated | |
And when motherfuckers look to check, double R made it | |
Rappin' Ron, sending busters to trapping john | |
Blowing up so much shit niggas swore that I just got back from Nam | |
Bombs drop when Ron cocks nine glocks | |
And when the time' s hot my nine pops nonstop | |
So nigga why not bust a shot and leave fools dead | |
Cause fool I got chops and glocks in my toolshed | |
Who said that you fled and Ron never stomped ya? | |
Nigga, I' m a monster, you know Ron can conquer | |
I' m the rawest flawless, Diddley Dog is the tallest | |
And I' m the shortest, but notice that I flow this | |
You' re bogus, you can' t get me, hit me or fuck with me | |
The shit be bumping, it' s just me and Ant Diddley | |
Dumping, pumping, swelling fools' heads like a pumpkin | |
And my assumption is that you' ll be shorter than a munchkin | |
The rhyme carrier, breaking the barrier and blasting ya | |
And dogging you like a terrier on the Bay Area Massacre | |
It' s the Bayside Massacre | |
The Bayside Massacre On and on and on Repeat 2x | |
Gangsta P | |
Meet this gangsta nigga worser than Charles Manson | |
AK in my motherfucking hand, I' m demanding | |
Niggas who grab the mic and perpetrate this rap game, time to dust ya | |
SNV soldier firm like they should' ve told ya, now it' s slaughter | |
Triple6 thoughts got me caught up like Anita in the rapture | |
When I capture, ain' t no escaping you bastards | |
Bow down to the devil taker, bodybag zipper creep | |
Made can' t another nigga fade a | |
Flow like I flow, eastside O | |
Homicidal facetoface, do you like ' em detrimental? | |
Flipping the script on my own shit | |
Disrespecting, you going to feel 50 from this fucking clip, bitch | |
Pray for holy water cause I gotcha | |
On this Bay Area massacre | |
It' s the Bayside Massacre | |
The Bayside Massacre On and on and on Repeat 2x | |
Ant Banks | |
I get around like a carousel | |
So ain' t no motherfucker similar, equal, or either parallel | |
It' s no equivalent, so nigga don' t be ignorant | |
But different, cause what the nigga meant was insignificant | |
A ligament is what I' m finna breaking then I wake is what I hit em with | |
I make the nigga shake then penetrate | |
And yeah I did the shit, for all you suckers and cluckers | |
And motherfuckers causing ruckus, and bustas who think they hustlers | |
What' s this world coming to? Crews is what I' m running through | |
You' re tumbling, wondering, what the fuck I done to you | |
Cause one or two, I' m coming through, three or four, we can throw | |
But five six seven and eight, you gonna go to hell and wait | |
Until I get there, shit yeah, then it' s gonna be on | |
Catch the homies come then he gone, if he would have only known | |
I ain' t to be fucked with, nigga I' m willing to buck shit | |
Them niggas be rushing and bucking | |
I still be ducking and fucking ' em up quick | |
It' s the Bayside Massacre | |
The Bayside Massacre On and on and on Repeat 2x | |
Jock | |
Big fat dick out to you side busting, ho trusting ass | |
motherfuckers out there, you know what I' m saying? | |
Us East Bay niggas ain' t trusting no hoes | |
Before we trust a bitch we suck 1000 clapping dicks | |
and swim through liquid shit | |
A bitch ain' t nothing but a sympathetic wreck | |
All she fall to the toilet and break her motherfucking neck | |
Bitch, back on up and recognize young Jock for the 95 or 96 | |
Coming dope for my nigga Ant Banks, you know what I' m saying? | |
He ain' t bullshitting with you motherfuckers out here | |
115 Subrandy Park til I die, bitch |