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For 94 shit, bitch...That Ant Banks shit...
No, you can't fade it doe...Let's do this shit, Banks! Let these hoes know... A nigga smooth hit a lick And shit i came up quick With some bumpin' ass beats And a gang of dick for the hoes Ant Banks just lay that shit And for the way I hit it You gotta pay me to quit, hoe Cause I'm all about the cashflow Sittin' back on somethin' phat I know your ass know Nigga comin' kinda tight for 94 Eyes on the prize, leavin' marks behind me, yo I'm still kickin' it, rollin' in my Benzo Fly day at mall and a boatload of endo Just tossin' in the town with the Badass! Hey, baby! What's up? Not you, bitch, with your fat ass!" Bumpin' bitches with my loced out tactics Straight pimpgame is all that I practice You can find me on the strip Just actin' a fool I got love in the town cause I'm so damn cool I make the hoes wanna kick it And drop'em drawls And throw'em jaws all on my balls I run some drama on your mama Make her think I'm a square Knowin' goddamn well hat i'm a mothafuckin' player "bitch!" You betta do your home work Cause the nigga Ant Banks Is known for doin' dirt "So any hoes wanna swing that ass: you can bring that ass and get nuts by the..." The big badass, I'm from the Dangerous Crew...' I'm havin' so many hoes, I don't know what to do... The big badass, I'm from the Dangerous Crew...' So just fire up the dank and pass the brew... The big dick gangsta's in the house! The big dick gangsta's in the house! The big dick gangsta's in the house! Bitch! You can get a fat dick in your mouth... Makin' funky beats is my thang you know And my lane to fame is just a gang of dough And to kick it in the hood and hang with the hustlers Spit game to the hoes and bust after busters Bring a gat to your lap, do it just like that With the strap I pack, I lay you flat on your back So don't front on a nigga, just because I'm rappin' I put a crome to your dome You never knew what happen, nigga "Uuuuh! You can't fade the Big Badass nigga cause you might get sprayed!" See cause everybody knows the banksta The big dick gangsta who's fuckin' wit dank And clockin' the bank But wait I had to let the dank go Shit so damn poky I couldn't keep up with my bankroll So now I drink drank till I'm drunk Drip drag on these bitches till my dick gets suckin' With the game I spit I'm rulin', my brotha Game so damn tight, I have'em doin' each other, yo Just ask any bitch who's the badass And she'll tell you ass, nigga... The big badass, I'm from the Dangerous Crew...' I'm havin' so many hoes, I don't know what to do... The big badass, I'm from the Dangerous Crew...' So just fire up the dank and pass the brew... The big dick gangsta's in the house! The big dick gangsta's in the house! The big dick gangsta's in the house! Bitch! You can get a fat dick in your mouth... All I got is nuts for sluts who think they all that Hit me on a beep, bitch, I bet I won't call back "Cause my mack is too strong and my dick is too long for your ass to shit on so little bitch get on!" And don't trip, I do you like my nigga Blink Fuck you in a cog And won't stop till your shit don't stink And you'd think I'm a mothafucka, bitch? That's right, fuckin' mama's so tight And do the shit all night The Big Badass, I'ma foolin' this Nigga so damn cold, shit I think I'm the coolest, yo You know what i'm sayin'? |
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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 |
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(feat. Spice 1, Too $hort)
(Spice 1) Blowe! Jah man, Spice 1 with the biggity biggity Banksta in the house, jah man we making it funky enough man And me come like this! Me busting a cap cause me the one The 187 spot busting a cap cause me the one Jah man! Come again now Me busting a cap cause me the one The 187 Posse busting a cap cause me the one, blowe blowe! Jah man, pick up this gat and make you spray yourself, AK yourself And that's for any motherfucker that wants to play yourself 187 up on that ass with the murder shit I shank this pistol up your ass and hollar "Dookie stick" You ain't ??? the clip into that ass, G Split personality so I mask me And turn into the murderer Me say me kicking the rasta shit, nigga I'm serving ya Blowe blowe! And if you ever disrespect me I'm a bank ya Slip this clip up in this glock and watch is stang ya Cause niggas try to blast that ass And with a big AK I can't run too fast, yeah You see a nigga like a maniac, bitch with a gat And comes crack, hey G hand me that The murder felon with the big black trigger And I still make change out of five dollar ass, nigga You can try but it ain't that easy To kill a motherfucking G Me busting a cap cause me the one The 187 spot busting a cap cause me the one Jah man! Come again now Me busting a cap cause me the one The 187 Posse busting a cap cause me the one, blowe blowe! (Too $hort) Now bitches love an old school nigga like me Cause I got the pimp G-A-M-E Some niggas get jealous but they way too soft I had the whole house rock like the Haywood fall You know you gotta come real, you gotta come with it Get caught slipping and your ass gonna get it Life ain't nothing but a stage show bitch Play your part and get paid for the shit You can smoke that nigga, and be on top But living in Oakland you might get shot Always over that money and them bitches Cross the game and watch the shit get vicious And don't think it's gonna be easy, man Listen to the Short Dog and peep the game Cause the niggas out there who shot Davey D They know it's hard to kill a real fucking G (Spice 1) Me busting a cap cause me the one The 187 spot busting a cap cause me the one Jah man! (Ant Banks) Yeah, now I'm that mack with the shiny black gat .380 just waiting to snatch your cap back And if you try to jack, that ass won't last Real G's stay strapped and boy I'm bout to blast, yeah We busting a cap cause we the one We filling your ass up and leaving holes in your lungs For thinking your ass could ever kill a motherfucking G You're smoking on that crack, so punk nigga please Back up and get a clue, and find out who you're stepping to You're flirting with danger, and we be the fucking crew Kicking much ass like we always do >From day one it's been done, fool I thought you knew, motherfucker (Spice 1) Me busting a cap cause me the one The 187 spot busting a cap cause me the one Jah man! Come again now Came me selling cocaine, me shoot undercover cop a Me kicking the the funky gangsta, kicking the funky rasta me say me hop the fence with bloody glock to make it away Me got to use me glock cause five-oh banned the AK Me say the 187, 187, me load in the clip a The 187, the 187, me shooting up shit a Jah man, come again now, blowe blowe! Me busting a cap cause me the one The 187 spot busting a cap cause me the one Jah man! Come again now Me busting a cap cause me the one The 187 Posse busting a cap cause me the one Jah man, biddy bye bye! Me busting a cap cause me the one The 187 uzi, pack an uzi weigh a ton Jah man! Play ya self Jah man, Ant Banks in the motherfucking house man, blowe blowe! Busting a cap in your ass man with the gangsta shit Spice 1, jah man! Come down with the funky shit, man Mhisani in the motherfucking house, sell me a sack mon So we can get fucked up mon smoking a blunt, blowe! Short Dog in the motherfucking house, blowe! Motherfucking Dangerous Crew, blowe blowe! Check it out, 187 thousand |
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Yeah, c'mon, yeah
Some of this ol' hype shit, you know what I'm saying? Fuck with it, punk nigga, yeah Here we go with this ill shit, I knew I had to kick it Bout these punk ass niggas in the town thinking they wicked It's my time, thought I couldn't spit rhymes? Well my shit grinds, so kick back and watch me get mine You fake ass popping that shit but can't fade Talking about you're better, but nigga who's getting paid? So wake up, your wack ass is weak as fuck Raise up off my fucking nuts cause nigga your shit sucks Fake rapper with your fat-ass ego Boy you ain't moving shit in the E-A-S-T O Cause it's the city where the boys side, fool (Awwwwwwww shit!) Now you know what they riding to Straight funk from the Crew that's Dangerous And punk niggas like you can't hang with us So get your bitch ass back before you get smacked With the motherfucking rat-tat-tat-tat-tat Motherfuckers don't fuck around, with the big Banks from Oaktown Motherfuckers don't fuck around, or your punk ass will get beat down Yeah, it goes down in the motherfucking town of Oakland Try to clown and your ass gets smashed and smoked and A lotta niggas I know grew up straight marks Now they think they hard (Nigga what's up, you want some funk, what's happening boy?) Rolling with the crew, niggas deep as fuck But when the shit goes down, your ass gots to cut Punk nigga needs his ass kicked Show that noggin on my block and I'm a blast it Cause I done had it with the bullshit You tapping all that lip, you wanna scrap, you getting fooled, bitch Think you tough with the shit you talk Behind a nigga back, ain't setting it off You wanna go toe-to-toe come with it Oh I forgot, you just a punk, forget it Motherfuckers don't fuck around, with the big Banks from Oaktown Motherfuckers don't fuck around, or your punk ass will get beat down I know you jealous of my crew and that's funny as hell And all the hoes in the town know it's easy to tell Your bitch is creeping to my house on the late night Sucking on my dick like a motherfucking base pipe, yeah That's why I'm like breaking it down to ya The whole click is making their rounds, nigga Tramp slut with the big ol' butt Drinking gallons of nut, so boy you know what's up Stop fronting, and playing them bitch-ass games Before your ass gets smoked and I ain't playing no games Don't trip just because you know I'm talking to you And when my boys catch you slipping, your ass is through Cause I come from the crew that's Dangerous And punk niggas like you can't hang with us So get your bitch-ass back before you cold get Smacked with the motherfucking rat-tat-tat-tat-tat! Yeah, punk motherfucker, know what I'm saying? Dangerous Crew in that motherfucking ass, nigga Motherfuckers don't fuck around, with the big Banks from Oaktown Motherfuckers don't fuck around, or your punk ass will get beat down |
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(Ant Banks)
Yeah, we got my nigga Short Dog in the motherfucking house Telling y'all niggas about that loot Cause you don't know nothing about that, you know? Do it to 'em (Too $hort) I used to be a broke-ass nigga from the Oaktown Remember Too $hort? Bitch I ain't broke now I sold 6 million albums since I got my start I be all up and down them Billboard charts That shit is easy, fucking with the Dangerous Crew And kick back while I tell you about making the loot Get in where you fit if you making it fast Cause a real motherfuck might check your ass Take all your loot, kick down your door The word got around you's a bitch-ass hoe Hanging with these same ass niggas that owe you cash That won't pay your ass Them niggas just owe you for life Be all in your face every day and night If you'd have broke their ass off years ago For fucking off all them counts of dough You wouldn't be a broke-ass nigga today (I'm a get that shit back) Well I'd figure you'd say that Cause you go way back, rewind and play it back You just a fat fucking needle in the haystack They should've just named you jack Cause you ain't never gonna get that back So reminice on the things you had Cause you having money was just a fad (Ant Banks) That's right (Bitch) Either roll thick, or suck a fat dick (Gotta get my loot) And niggas can't fuck with that (Gotta get my loot) (Too $hort) You working every day and can't never gat ahead in life Stop punking out running cause you're scared to fight You hang with nine broke niggas, you know the rest Kiss a fake nigga ass and give a hoe respect Lying all the time about your cash flow And talking about shit that you think you know Well motherfucker if you only knew You made the next nigga rich while he stole your loot You've been hoeing so long I bet you feel like a bitch Why can't niggas like you get rich? Cause you gotta be a hustler, can't be a buster You ever get a ho, nigga, please don't trust her Used to be rapping, now you slanging dope Stressing so hard you want to hang your hope Dreamed of owning a house, maybe two or three cars Come up like a motherfucking movie star But the shit ain't happened yet And I'm an old-school rappin' vet You trying to get your loot, I say you ain't some Niggas get their cash, and some can't Short Dog on the mic, watch me gank this bitch All that shit you doing, boy you can't get rich But don't give up, just stop faking the shit Get off your ass and start making it, biiiitch! (Ant Banks) That's right (Bitch) Either roll thick, or suck a fat dick (Gotta get my loot) And niggas can't fuck with that, you know? (Gotta get my loot) |
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(Ant Banks)
Yeah, to the break of dawn, you know? Let's do this Chorus: Niggas in Oakland all day long Be pimping these hoes from dusk til dawn Making cash real fast and you know it's on Hanging on the streets of Oakland All we do is smoke that weed And drink brew on the ave til we get keyed And a little bit of head is all we need Hanging on the streets of Oakland (Ant Banks) Welcome to the danger zone, where the niggas don't play that Every man for self, the rule is to stay strapped Cause rat packers try to jack that ass From the jealousy that's built in the streets when you stack cash And they'll blast, hoping they can get get it Punk, so if you got it, you best to get with it Or quit it, cause niggas be flipping over dope and Your friends might get you if you're slipping in Oakland Yeah, so don't play no punk-ass nigga close Cause they'll mash on your cash and get ghost And don't say Ant Banks didn't warn ya About the loced-ass gangstas killing in California That's where I'm from, nigga, rolling in my G-ride Hey, you gonna see me slide when I'm on the Eastside Making all my fucking gitnotes Making sure my gat straight smitnokes, smobbing with my fitnokes That's all we doing is the town is seeing bitches clowning Kicking back getting high lounging It really doesn't matter what you do, yo chilling with your crew You're sipping on a brew, you're pimping bitches too And the shit don't bother me if that's how it's gotta be Then macking these hoes should be equality See, the game goes deep when you're rolling Hanging on the streets of Oakland Chorus Nighttime falls and everybody's perking No punks around so funks occurring But the sideshow's back and everybody's flossing In they ride trying to side and all the freaks are tossing And brother with bump, trunk of funk is knocking Candy paint on they ride keeps the bitches jocking Knowing you's a balling-ass nigga everybody hates Rolling in the town with a pound straight dropping weight Blowing up like dynamite Selling weed, yey, angel dust, hop, and China white Fuck it, you're making duckets, never riding buckets Playing punk bitches like puppets Yo, but there's a lot of fake counterfeit macks Playa hating on they homies trying to dry cat To look good for the hoes, man these niggas ain't joking Boy, you get that ass smoked in Oakland Chorus (Boots - spoken) Aw yeah, The Coup is up in here, and we be talking about the real. Motherfuckas know that we know, that they know, that we know the deal. Now the originality of our principality is that we don't play the pimp. But the reality of our locality, and you'll learn this gradually, is that motherfuckas do this shit to pay their rent. But here's a hint: how we gonna get it straight when we bent? Shit, see I ain't never had shit but my stripes and my game and my life, and all them's just hand downs from my grandaddy. Yeah, I'm living large kidding with Ant Banks, but I'm still hustling food stamps for my candy apple red Caddy. Alright... |
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