Bang
I put that on the game
Why ya'll nigga's thought I was plain
Nigga's run up
I'm let it bang
Can't be no lame
Nigga's screaming gang gang
What you thought
Shit was gone change
In the belly of the beast
No peace
Niggas die decsest
If you caught sleep
Rip on your eulogy
I'm the big dog you a flee
A tru g
Long live the real
Get it with your hands
No guns but they use sharp steel
Slip on a banana pill
Ride it to the wheels fall off
Never change
Rep your hood
Die for the gang
Yea them boyz bang
No lame
Spit that flame
Niggas go insane
In that cage
Filled with rage
Drop the soap
Oops too late
Niggas in your mouth like scoop
No hope
No joke
Friend turn to foe
That's foe show
Can't be no hoe
Get rapped every day
Or die in that cage
Nigga's better know we
Don't play
In this jungle no escape
You an't safe
Better peep the play
Why me
You better not try me
You'll end up in the grave not on iv
Pision like ivy
Niggas don't try me
I'm ride for my city
No petty
Fuck sniches
Your family life you risking
When nigga's do
Sneak ass disses
Have that ass
Bloody no tissue
Praying for commissary
And letters
Your life outside the box probably was exsquited
Boyz bust them gunz on the streetz
Inside here is a mystery
Either you a real nigga
Bitch or snitch,
Welcome to the jungle
Make it out
Or die
Rep ya gang
Bang when its time to bang
A tru shot caller
No talk
End up bloody in white chalk
Play hard and get shanked on the yard
Thats on god
Why ya'll nigga's thought I was plain
Nigga's run up
I'm let it bang
Can't be no lame
Nigga's screaming gang gang
What you thought
Shit was gone change
In the belly of the beast
No peace
Niggas die decsest
If you caught sleep
Rip on your eulogy
I'm the big dog you a flee
A tru g
Long live the real
Get it with your hands
No guns but they use sharp steel
Slip on a banana pill
Ride it to the wheels fall off
Never change
Rep your hood
Die for the gang
Yea them boyz bang
No lame
Spit that flame
Niggas go insane
In that cage
Filled with rage
Drop the soap
Oops too late
Niggas in your mouth like scoop
No hope
No joke
Friend turn to foe
That's foe show
Can't be no hoe
Get rapped every day
Or die in that cage
Nigga's better know we
Don't play
In this jungle no escape
You an't safe
Better peep the play
Why me
You better not try me
You'll end up in the grave not on iv
Pision like ivy
Niggas don't try me
I'm ride for my city
No petty
Fuck sniches
Your family life you risking
When nigga's do
Sneak ass disses
Have that ass
Bloody no tissue
Praying for commissary
And letters
Your life outside the box probably was exsquited
Boyz bust them gunz on the streetz
Inside here is a mystery
Either you a real nigga
Bitch or snitch,
Welcome to the jungle
Make it out
Or die
Rep ya gang
Bang when its time to bang
A tru shot caller
No talk
End up bloody in white chalk
Play hard and get shanked on the yard
Thats on god
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Writer(s): Charles Baldwin
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