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Banger On My Lap
Banger on my lap, my seats lean back I'm ready when beef crack, I
hope you know the
business White tee attached, fresh Dodger hats Long Beach is where we at Crooked keep infinite cannons to blam at y'all, Put hammers in ya mouth like Ambasol, a
damn Neanderthal. Ratchets draw, I'm last to fall, standin tall. Your blood on the
canvas that's all the
camera saw. Yeah, fake pussies despise me, Cause I
pull up dumpin shots while the
Bathing Ape hoody disguise me. And for the
shit I'm writing you should straight pull it, surprise me; I'm a
beast I
ain't letting straight bullets survive me. This Wes Craven's a
thug, I'm Tech wavin Makin you a
rest haven for slugs, your chest cave in You meet your death facin the
mud, I'm neck breakin Die in ya vest tastin ya blood, I'm breathtaking. My trigger finger gon ring them things towards you, Doctors'll go'n find a
machine to breathe for you Them hammers'll King Thor you, the
beam floor you It tore through your spleen, poor you, choirs'll sing for you. I'm missin noodles, you niggas poodles. Don't try to resist cause this is feudal, but I
give you kudos. Props my nigga, then I'm a
give you two holes. When cops come askin what happened? I'm a
tell em who knows? Never talkin I'd rather walk in a
cell, Direct a
call for the
bail cause tellin's awful as hell And snitchin's a
nail in ya coffin as well Get knocked off, from shots called, by young bosses in jail. This is the
life we, lead nightly, Creep lightly through the
streets with G's like me. It's like the
certain made Adam and Eve bite me, I
put the
knowledge on good and evil on trees like leaves. Paper, I
flip cream with my notebook Hot sixteens and a
dope hook Sometimes I
freestyle, now I
call that flow the
no look You don't use pens either, good but, you're no Crook. I
dust you flow off, just to show off Busters know, they can't turn this hustler's blow off. Face it you basic, you wack-ass niggas is getting wasted. I
reach in my waist and the
38 rip. Bullets straight zip, through the
air like a
spaceship, Hit you under the
chin, give you a
face lift, you ain't shit. I'm on some bang bang Circle Gang shit. Puttin blood on your shoes like Game's Hurricane kicks. Get murdered man, with perfect aim, get your vertebrae's clipped. Further pain administered from my burner, same clip. Slip, we won't leave a
witness, When you in my city, I
hope you know the
business. When you in my city, hope you know the
business. Banger on my lap, my seats lean back I'm ready when beef crack, I
hope you know the
business White tee attached, fresh Dodger hats Long Beach is where we at, yeah I
hope you know the
business I
got my banger in my lap, my seats lean back I'm ready when beef crack, nigga I
hope you know the
business White tee attached, yeah fresh Dodger hats Long Beach is where we at, so I
hope ya know the
business.
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