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Tytuł: Bang Ta Dis

  • Wykonawca: Benzino
  • Wy¶wietleń: 338
Oh (I dont' know what they thought)
  Hangmen 3
  Runnin off topic
  
  [Chorus]
  Aiyyo, stop what ya doin and bang ta dis
  Put ya glass down and grab a chick
  Don't even think you can hang with this
  Bitch-ass niggas can't hang with this
  
  Blunts, bitches, clips, guns
  Bars, bricks, whips, funds [4x]
  
  [Benzino]
  Come to think about it we ain't ordinary men
  You think you immortal, my dogs ain't sleepin
  Run through ya crib at 6 in the evenin
  10 o'clock news, front page section
  Count all the votes, Benzino's been elected
  Most dangerous, most violent
  My killers always move in silence
  Put 'dro in a blunt, twist it up
  Put fo' in ya gut, twist you up
  You ain't heard, not guilty's the verdict
  I paint a clear picture, you spit with no vision
  I spit viscious, we all in position
  Check a nigga history, you better ask around
  Rap's greatest mystery
  This is for my real dog niggas, incarcerated tears
  Niggas all in tears, throw it up
  
  [Chorus]
  Aiyyo, stop what ya doin and bang ta dis
  Put ya glass down and grab a chick
  Don't even think you can hang with this
  Bitch-ass niggas can't hang with this
  
  Blunts, bitches, clips, guns
  Bars, bricks, whips, funds [4x]
  
  [Benzino]
  Sky's the limit, long as my heart pump I'll be in it
  'Til I overcome, finally win it
  Used to hit the street hard
  Hustle like time was endin, and I'm not pretendin
  I choose my own destiny
  And can't nobody get the best of me
  And half y'all niggas can't get next to me
  Y'all ain't strong enough to question me
  Cuz ain't no tellin when it's time to go to war
  Specially when niggas don't bang no more
  Fake-ass rappers should cut and take ten
  You act like you can't get laid in coffin
  You act like niggas get play from Boston
  Never underestimate it too often
  Smoke hash just to ease the pain
  And keep stayin focused on gettin payed
  Still searchin in my soul for the answers
  Askin God why I'm gettin these chances
  Home Boston, we harm if we hungry
  Fight if we starvin, I'll die for this money
  
  [Chorus 2x]
  Aiyyo, stop what ya doin and bang ta dis
  Put ya glass down and grab a chick
  Don't even think you can hang with this
  Bitch-ass niggas can't hang with this
  
  Blunts, bitches, clips, guns
  Bars, bricks, whips, funds [4x]