Well I'm a fire this shit up like dank And let the whole town know what's up with me and Ant Banks Another nigga turned traitor He wanna be a rapper, fool stick to the crossfader Get on the radio and bad-mouth Pooh But you know damn well you can't fuck with my crew Fuck you nigga, your tape gets the eject The pranksta gangsta, I can't relate Yeah you Sittin' on Somethin' Phat, it's your head They wanted real shit, so they bought my tape instead Bootsy-ass busta, motherfucker So what's up with the kid from the gutter Fuck around and make Dangerous a sacred place Producing them fake-ass tapes And you wanna call me deadweight? Fuck around and have the whole Dangerous Crew at your wake Nah, I'm a catch you on the late night And jack you for your folk, at a stop light Or rub up on your ass at Denny's And have them Mac-10 shells dropping good and plenty Now you can keep your punk ass shit But how did you go out? You went out like a bitch Now I'm gonna smoke your ass like buddha And all you motherfuckers, I'm a bring it to ya
Fake ass, busta-ass nigga, goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off Now the shit's like a war Them mark-ass niggas don't want trouble (Repeat 2x)
Goddamn, it's the second verse And it seems that shit done got worse Now I gotta get bad on a trick Not you Banks, but that other bitch Now you should stop and listen While I'm bouts to go on a motherfucking mission Yeah punk, I heard your tape And as far as I'm concerned, the shit was fake Damn you's a borderline bitch As far as getting pussy, fool, you getting dick Now tell me how that sound Sounds like another nigga from Dangerous getting beat down Now you wanna fuck with me, right? Toe to toe in the alley in the middle of the night And watch me mop that ass And have 'em draw a chalk line around your bitch ass But you know you ain't careful, trick Remember on true when you got the burning dick? But that's how I'm gon' do ya Fire up the dank, nigga, cause I'm a bring it to ya
Fake ass, busta-ass nigga, goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off Now the shit's like a war Them mark-ass niggas don't want trouble (Repeat 2x)
Niggas say "Pooh-Man, why you clowning?" Cause I'm tired of my motherfucking surroundings Fools tried to tame but they can't See I'm from the gutter, and straight fucking with dank So I got tried of niggas picking my cash So I got smart, and I left they punk ass See all of that's real, I got my fill And all my motherfucking dollar bills So fuck everything they say And the shiesty games those punk motherfuckers play Fat mad at me cause I got a hit Stop running your mouth, you sorry son of a bitch And I might wanna use your mom for a Late Night Fuck But I'm only out to get my dick sucked So fuck what you're stressing When I left the Dangerous Crew, it was a blessing And oh brother wait, who the fuck is Banks? Nobody knew ya til "Fucking With Dank" So for all you niggas, screw ya Fuck you motherfuckers, cause I'm a bring it to ya
Fake ass, busta-ass nigga, goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off Now the shit's like a war Them mark-ass niggas don't want trouble (Repeat til fade)
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Well I'm a fire this shit up like dank And let the whole town know what's up with me and Ant Banks Another nigga turned traitor He wanna be a rapper, fool stick to the crossfader Get on the radio and bad-mouth Pooh But you know damn well you can't fuck with my crew Fuck you nigga, your tape gets the eject The pranksta gangsta, I can't relate Yeah you Sittin' on Somethin' Phat, it's your head They wanted real shit, so they bought my tape instead Bootsy-ass busta, motherfucker So what's up with the kid from the gutter Fuck around and make Dangerous a sacred place Producing them fake-ass tapes And you wanna call me deadweight? Fuck around and have the whole Dangerous Crew at your wake Nah, I'm a catch you on the late night And jack you for your folk, at a stop light Or rub up on your ass at Denny's And have them Mac-10 shells dropping good and plenty Now you can keep your punk ass shit But how did you go out? You went out like a bitch Now I'm gonna smoke your ass like buddha And all you motherfuckers, I'm a bring it to ya
Fake ass, busta-ass nigga, goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off Now the shit's like a war Them mark-ass niggas don't want trouble (Repeat 2x)
Goddamn, it's the second verse And it seems that shit done got worse Now I gotta get bad on a trick Not you Banks, but that other bitch Now you should stop and listen While I'm bouts to go on a motherfucking mission Yeah punk, I heard your tape And as far as I'm concerned, the shit was fake Damn you's a borderline bitch As far as getting pussy, fool, you getting dick Now tell me how that sound Sounds like another nigga from Dangerous getting beat down Now you wanna fuck with me, right? Toe to toe in the alley in the middle of the night And watch me mop that ass And have 'em draw a chalk line around your bitch ass But you know you ain't careful, trick Remember on true when you got the burning dick? But that's how I'm gon' do ya Fire up the dank, nigga, cause I'm a bring it to ya
Fake ass, busta-ass nigga, goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off Now the shit's like a war Them mark-ass niggas don't want trouble (Repeat 2x)
Niggas say "Pooh-Man, why you clowning?" Cause I'm tired of my motherfucking surroundings Fools tried to tame but they can't See I'm from the gutter, and straight fucking with dank So I got tried of niggas picking my cash So I got smart, and I left they punk ass See all of that's real, I got my fill And all my motherfucking dollar bills So fuck everything they say And the shiesty games those punk motherfuckers play Fat mad at me cause I got a hit Stop running your mouth, you sorry son of a bitch And I might wanna use your mom for a Late Night Fuck But I'm only out to get my dick sucked So fuck what you're stressing When I left the Dangerous Crew, it was a blessing And oh brother wait, who the fuck is Banks? Nobody knew ya til "Fucking With Dank" So for all you niggas, screw ya Fuck you motherfuckers, cause I'm a bring it to ya
Fake ass, busta-ass nigga, goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off Now the shit's like a war Them mark-ass niggas don't want trouble (Repeat til fade)
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