if I had to say it, spitta In the middle of every bad Bitches playlist I tunes banging from my hotel room Nothing but beats bitch Fuck it when I die I could sleep
on the West Coast I'm the big Chief-a Grim reaper, maybe that bring me that, yellow lack still a logo in the back we banging out, that taylor gang dub
'll hold you, let your shit come through See one deep I'm whooping clicks, gangs With my 50 Cal., click bang, I'm gangsta walking with that trick aim
yo im flyin right by im flyin right through no tellin what the hell a high mind might do from van to hong kong down to Katmandu my friend go blam blam while i gang bang
this but I'm kinda a big deal Little giant stop trying to assume My position I'll be firing my iron at ya dudes Bang Bang my crew gang bang the slang gang
and beam You and the Gods buy a crib in the white part of Queens But at the same time, niggaz on the block is ill Some'll rock you to sleep, hap, for
hit the crib so I can drop my macadoshar shit Like the blunt clip and recognize a pimp Read Mr., speak the G's obsolete Don't sleep bang the skims in
jail, I aint gettin the bail I'ma kill a hundred niggas, right in front of niggas When cops come through, they gettin it too Goin out wit a bang, 'bout to start up a gang
, I ran wit a gang I helped niggaz get jacked for they Dana Dane's My pants hang below my waistline I look humble wanna rumble? I bang though, like Vince
dead carnival You ask do we gang, do we bang in a gang, mang? Do we bang-bang? I'm a gang banger, man I bang in a gang, mang You can suck my wang, mang
Got the king supreme, may seem the gleam With a beam the ream, no screen was seen Not a gang to bang, or to hang with slang Talkin angers ang, about
Its 187 on a motherfucking hook niggas out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away and to a vigi it
be Kennedies (?) Homicidal tendencies got mitch bade niggas on bended knees Could it be that a nigga wanna bang 'cause I'm runnin with the gang that'
I'm in too deep, fuck cullas, I'm riddin over low term beef Chorus 2X Gang bangin, huh, Cube nigga wassup, W.C., Mack 10, Master P Gang bangin nigga,
street full of lead Fuck knee-deep, you'll be six feet when ya dead Street sweeper when I creep creep, nigga fled When ya sleep sleep, nigga dead Why
, I ran wit a gang I helped niggaz get, jacked for they Dana Dane's My pants hang below my waistline I look humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah) I bang though
cinncinati thats green point menace with a mean joint sac town nap town the lou got some mean joints we arangatang it durange bang it im strangly ganged like pac im gang