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This right here is considered a banger |
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Delivered With anger, your life is in danger |
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Beware of them strangers, holdin' them flamers |
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Them naggers were swagger, cuz they keep it gangsta |
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Just face it, I blaze shit |
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Yo shit is basic, my shit is matrix |
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Make you erase shit |
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Niggaz won't say shit, but DJs you ain't shit |
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Cuz you don't play shit, unless it's that gay shit |
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I'm straight off the slave ship, my style is ancient |
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I'm rich and I'm famous, I'm on, I'm dangerous |
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I came wit that language, it's mad, it's brainless |
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You study at Cambridge, I'm fuckin' yo main bitch |
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Plus my ebonics is full, of gin and tonic, erotic |
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Yeah you got it, hypnotic, plus I got it, brrr |
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After nine eleven niggaz got patriotic |
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On nine twelve I'm like fuck it nigga blaze the chronic |
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Call nine eleven, then call your reverand |
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Then call heaven, here I come lord |
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Live by the gun, die by the gun |
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A eye for an eye when you live and die by this war |
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This right here is considered a banger |
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Delivered With anger, your life is in danger |
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Beware of them strangers, holdin' them flamers |
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Them naggers were swagger, cuz they keep it gangsta |
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Yeah, now it's the mornin' after the night I just rolled |
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9-1-1 ain't a area code it's a gangsta mode |
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And I'm still in amazement on how I put it down |
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Emptied round after round rat-tat-tat was the sound |
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Now understand the situation, it was urgent |
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We, handeled this emergency urgently |
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I can't just have no nigga out there just workin' me, jerkin' me |
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Talkin' all kind of shit, dishin dirt on me, shit |
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He was a local nigga sheisty and didn't wanna pay up |
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So I got dressed in all black and loaded the K up |
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And all I could think about is revenge as I lit the J up |
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And even though it was late night, I still fucked his whole day up |
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It was child's play, the youngster took me for a joke |
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Not knowin' Mack a maniac and I love the gun smoke |
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Make sparks in my barrel, shit flew through his apparel |
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Stupid motherfucker lost his life over dinero |
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Call nine eleven, then call your reverand |
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Then call heaven, here I come lord |
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Live by the gun, die by the gun |
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A eye for an eye when you live and die by this war |
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This right here is considered a banger |
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Delivered With anger, your life is in danger |
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Beware of them strangers, holdin' them flamers |
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Them naggers were swagger, cuz they keep it gangsta |
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It ain't safe no fuckin' mo' |
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I swear on everything I love, my hood, my momma, my soul |
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This motherfuckin' Dub, is hall of bang nigga, I claim nigga |
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Like PCP to the brain, it's like kel runnin my fame nigga |
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White lightnin' I'm sippin', snickerin', slippin' the crip |
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And like a fiend, I tremble, shiver and them blow your doam to smitherens |
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Act up, no actor, starch crease ragger |
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Dick harder than viagra, Dub push your ick backwards |
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Connect alumni, but the gun high |
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Bloods and crips and when we touch down we turn niggaz hoods 'til the guy |
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says grip |
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Squeeze lead, to the y'all dead, cuz I'm fucked up in the can and I |
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Fuck a bitch over whether she can blew or all red |
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The industry most hated, nigga get at us, we ready, Dub, Mack and Cube |
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Like Saddam, Bin Laden and no jag in the Chevy |
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Back again, momma there go that man again |
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Grab the gun, them niggaz on one |
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Call 9-1-1 |
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This right here is considered a banger |
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Delivered With anger, your life is in danger |
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Beware of them strangers, holdin' them flamers |
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Them naggers were swagger, cuz they keep it gangsta |
