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"Bang On"

Iight lemme take you back man

[Verse 1:]
16 years old
It was cold, on sight with the suckas up the road
When I say on sight, boy do I mean it
We put the gauge in our ride, off to get some Ol English

Roll up & blaze & get high, hot boxin the Chev
Expelled me from Timberline High School for rockin red
In school was full of crips (uh huh), me I'm a piru
I funk with they big homies they knowin how I do

Burner in a book had em all shook up
Like Elvis, I walk by they all look up
Right at my pelvis, tryna search for that gun bulge
Remember snow on the ground outside it was dumb cold

Black hoodie, black beanie & gloves
Waitin on my fuckin mexican to bring me some drugs
I seen my enemies box right? Flippin a u-turn &
I let 5 shots fly & ran off into the ferns

Dj Quik tape in my pocket
I said to hell with sellin yay to get profit & got my bang on
Don't mean mug don't even say my name wrong
Unless you want this.45 on me to get it's bang on

When you came at me homie I felt you came wrong
So I made the block to where no one can get their slang on
Another day another dollar the same song
Kids think I'm cool, now they wanna get their bang on

[Verse 2:]
Over hillbilly booty when they shot up his moms house
Caught my attention, in the car gettin bombed out
God's intervention is all that kept me alive
And all the dirt I was doin, was gettin heavy inside

All I had was the hood, my hood & my pride
Saw my homie get murdred, God stood to the side
Retaliated that same night
Looked up in the sky thinkin "homie this ain't right"

My stomach in knots constantly runnin from cops
I'm every hoodrats favorite, fuckin alot
You fuckin or not, bitch can get up outta my room
If she ain't fuckin or suckin came out to [?]

Dj Quik tape in my deck
I pull it out & let it go all on her face and her neck
Took my Dj Quik tape right out the deck
Put my gun on my waist and made my way out the 'Jects


[Verse 3:]
They don't see that Momma just picked a pipe up
Don't know that a murder case fucked my life up
16 I was a shooter like Gretzky
I'm 27 now and there's alot I regret G

A lot of people are just not gonna get me
There's nothin I can do about it write (for the rest?) B
Pray to God don't let nobody test me
I'd hate to turn a dry T into a wet T

Turn a white T into a red T
Them suckas don't like me because they don't get me


[Thanks to Brandon for these lyrics]

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