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Bang (Chorus 2x): Bang, your head against the wall Yall don't wanna go there I'ma go there Yall don't wanna flow here U.S rep here BANG... BANG... BANG... BANG... BANG (Verse): Red Eye What you know about run up in a cell-cell with the shank Make'em yell-yell hope he don't Stressing mail perfect time on the phone-phone A minute in the mind cut him in the dome-dome Going toe to toe tower quick to blow-blow One to drop the weapon last is the first to go-go Cell block life really gets trife-trife for the lunies watching you Shit with the knife-knife Plastic gloves to checking your doodoo smack you hard like a bitch Make you boo who, su woo Hear the call-call be ready to brawl-brawl Or end up on a plate cause you stall-stall Pack risk-risk take a flight risk get rid of the weapon And become a good actress, observation rule judge wanna get-get Shit it out to put it in the mouth taste my own shit (Chorus 2x) (Verse 2): Gold Fish Ashy to classy homie please pass me the hammer Locking the block down like a slammer, spit that hood grammar Stay scheming like I'm montana letting off clips the size of bananas I'm feeding the gorillas rolling with those caps peelers Leave a nigga burnt like a blunt of scriller A known dealer push the hard to the back yard yall faggot niggas are Too soft to go hard talking bout that bullshit you get knocked off quick Yall like slutty chicks stay riding niggas dicks The back talk a get a nigga mashed up, light hook to your chin Leave your face bashed up Enough is enough that's why I keep that hammer tuck Vest protecting the chest that's how I give it up Streets taught bout the rules to the game load the cock and aim When it's time to bang (Chorus 2x) (Verse 3): Fetti Cash I'm bout to move mountains the way I flip this flow I got the soul Whose the master sho-nuff I got the glow, that 40 and a cross bow Don't make me mash your potato, chrome on my shoulder For you haters and you foes don't know, cop callers and jock knockers I'ma top popper head knocker boon docker, boom shakalaka The bandit will rock and shock ya, rocka bye baby don't make me Run down on you clowns with the pound then shake you down I don't air shit out cause I'm not a air shooter, I'm about hitting and Hospitalizing So when I shoot you're most likely gonna get hit, or you're dying no lying This is homicide webside so don't get stabbed or shot or pushed off the Roof Or cracked with the bat, don't get tossed in back of that black truck Cause there's no coming back from that
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