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allfrumthai - get yo bang on lyrics

—–on da phone—–
yeah?
aight, n-gg-! [?] just came on the block
and try to smash on all the homies, n-gg-.
who, who, n-gg-, what happened?
ey, n-gg-, get your sh-t!
what happened, dog?
get your sh-t!
what?
just meet me on the block.
i’m on my way!

chorus:
i don’t know about you, but all i wanna do is get my bang on
stay strapped wit my sack
while n-gg-s watch my back
well, n-gg-, get your bang on

(verse 1 -squeak ru )
mack, i hear some n-gg-s got a problem wit the [woosh?]
i see the n-gg-s got they straps and they ready in the hood
so i’m loadin up my weapons, steppin
callin up the crew cuz -ss whoopin we ain’t acceptin
and i ain’t lettin sh-t go
n-gg-s got to back up, bow down or get wet up wit ammo
m-th-f-ckers got to pay
or [?] in the night cuz i don’t play

(verse 2 -mack 10)
at night i can’t sleep, i’m tossin and turnin
so i stay full of ‘yak and smoke sermon
got a [?] to my name and though the hood’s gettin bigger
i’m paranoid and sleepin wit my finger on the trigger
and now my b-tches stressin that i’m livin [brome?]
cuz i’m fresh out the pen and get my serve on
it’s all about murder where me and squeak from
so f-ck the enemies and we dumpin when we see some, so

chorus
it’s the life of a g i got to live

(verse 3 -squeak ru)
them rocks movin slow on the block
n-gg-, one time hot and we just lost the dope spot
got me curb servin under pressure
i’m so paranoid at night i keep my glock [and my dress on?]

(verse 4 -mack 10)
all these 187s got my mind undisstressed
and even claimin dub s, you need a bullet-proof vest
you know the gang, n-gg-, when you dog and you loccin
kill the first thang movin [and?] just the first thang smokin

(verse 5 -squeak ru)
all i wanna hear is buckshots and guts out
n-gg-s gaspin for they breath is the type of sh-t i’m talkin ’bout
you n-gg-s cruisin ‘fore i bruisin
ey, mack, get your ammo, c-ck the tool that you’re usin

(verse 6 -mack 10)
peel ya dome to the back, dog
cuz when it comes to the wood, they better know how to act, dog
connect gang, punk, yell the hood out and bustin
n-gg-, f-ck every clique that ain’t down wit us, f-ck em

(verse 7 -squeak ru)
f-ck em and feed em dish
n-gg-s get dismissed
connect gang [faint?] at the top of the list

(verse 8 -mack 10)
you wit colored bandanas and clips like bananas
homicides when we ride, so the world wanna ban us, n-gg-

chorus

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