Bring It 2 'Em

Well I'm a fire this shit up like dank And let the whole town know what's up with me and Ant Banks Another nigga turned traitor He wanna be a rapper, fool stick to the crossfader Get on the radio and bad-mouth Pooh But you know damn well you can't f**k with my crew f**k you nigga, your tape gets the eject The pranksta gangsta, I can't relate Yeah you Sittin' on Somethin' Phat, it's your head They wanted real shit, so they bought my tape instead Bootsy-a*s busta, motherf**ker So what's up with the kid from the gutter f**k around and make Dangerous a sacred place Producing them fake-a*s tapes And you wanna call me deadweight? f**k around and have the whole Dangerous Crew at your wake Nah, I'm a catch you on the late night And jack you for your folk, at a stop light Or rub up on your a*s at Denny's And have them Mac-10 shells dropping good and plenty Now you can keep your punk a*s shit But how did you go out? You went out like a bitch Now I'm gonna smoke your a*s like buddha And all you motherf**kers, I'm a bring it to ya Fake a*s, busta-a*s nigga, goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off Now the shit's like a war Them mark-a*s niggas don't want trouble (Repeat 2x) Goddamn, it's the second verse And it seems that shit done got worse Now I gotta get bad on a trick Not you Banks, but that other bitch Now you should stop and listen While I'm bouts to go on a motherf**king mission Yeah punk, I heard your tape And as far as I'm concerned, the shit was fake Damn you's a borderline bitch As far as getting pus*y, fool, you getting d**k Now tell me how that sound Sounds like another nigga from Dangerous getting beat down Now you wanna f**k with me, right? Toe to toe in the alley in the middle of the night And watch me mop that a*s And have 'em draw a chalk line around your bitch a*s But you know you ain't careful, trick Remember on true when you got the burning d**k? But that's how I'm gon' do ya Fire up the dank, nigga, cause I'm a bring it to ya Fake a*s, busta-a*s nigga, goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off Now the shit's like a war Them mark-a*s niggas don't want trouble (Repeat 2x) Niggas say "Pooh-Man, why you clowning?" Cause I'm tired of my motherf**king surroundings Fools tried to tame but they can't See I'm from the gutter, and straight f**king with dank So I got tried of niggas picking my cash So I got smart, and I left they punk a*s See all of that's real, I got my fill And all my motherf**king dollar bills So f**k everything they say And the shiesty games those punk motherf**kers play Fat mad at me cause I got a hit Stop running your mouth, you sorry son of a bitch And I might wanna use your mom for a Late Night f**k But I'm only out to get my d**k s*cked So f**k what you're stressing When I left the Dangerous Crew, it was a blessing And oh brother wait, who the f**k is Banks? Nobody knew ya til "f**king With Dank" So for all you niggas, screw ya f**k you motherf**kers, cause I'm a bring it to ya Fake a*s, busta-a*s nigga, goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off Now the shit's like a war Them mark-a*s niggas don't want trouble (Repeat til fade)