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blaq poet - bang this lyrics

[verse 1]
oh no, here i go again, it’s blaq po’ again
n-ggas hoping and praying that i just throw it in
but i can’t stop, i won’t stop, i’m too thorough
plus, none of ya n-ggas can give me any trouble
yo thun, you outdid yourself, these n-ggas kid themselves
it’s over for ya n-ggas, when this sh-t hits the shelf
you want hardcore? here it is
24 7 year round like motherf-cking bill & fizz
280, 6 1 , black as f-ck
and i still ain’t fighting fair, n-gga keep the back ’em up
the game is out of order, n-ggas don’t got no direction
don’t worry all i got this, bang me in every project
got it locked down, north, south, east or west
on some real n-gga sh-t, ya n-ggas know, preem’s the best
don’t even try to fight it, or start a f-cking riot
i take the microphone and deep fry it, keep quiet
and as for drama n-gga, don’t even go there
attack you with no fear, look at my eyes, i don’t care
everybody building up for a gang fight
black jacks, big gats, motherf-cking chain’s nice
i know you’re saying d-mn this b-st-rd can flow
ya motherf-ckers must be orphans, the last ones to know

[hook]
bang this, motherf-cker bang this
take a slim wrist, i make you famous
bang this, motherf-cker bang this
if you’re posted in the strip, if you’re coasting in the whip
bang this, motherf-cker it’s the sh-t
when you’re high as a kite, and drunk with your clique
bang this, bang this
bang this motherf-cker bang this

[verse 2]
i turn on my radio, i cover my ears, i can’t have it
where the f-ck is red alert? where the f-ck is mr. magic
sh-t, i guess i got to get with the times
my mindstate is ’88 but my style is ’09
i’m sick with the rhymes like n-ggas sniffing some lines
motherf-ckers can’t rap, got to stick with the crimes
bang this, got nothing to hide, i’m shameless
a wild f-cking animal, you can’t tame this
oe guzzler, gats with the m-ffler
stay on the grind, i’m a lifetime hustler
and im’ma back up every f-cking word
leave you on the curb all f-cked up, you heard
bang this, motherf-ck them bird n-ggas
on the real, you know how bad i hurt n-ggas
blaq poet, yeah i’m popping mad sh-t
it’s in my blood, i’m on some really bad sh-t
it’s nothing funny, i got dum dums for dummies
i’m a og, but i’m getting that new money
this is a dead end, one way
let’s gun talk, gun play, everybody got to go one day
all that bullsh-t rose to the top
i’m like that cookie at the bottom of the pot
n-gga bang this

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