Bring It 2 'Em Lyrics

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)

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