(feat. KAM)



[Intro: Doc Doom (Monk)]

Yeah, yeah, banged out

Black Knights, yeah banged out (not us)

Gunshots rang out, rang out (yeah)

Why, why, why, uh



[Hook x2: Doc Doom]

You don't wanna fuck wit us

Niggas wanna fuck wit the Knights

You don't wanna fuck wit me

Me and my niggas stay banged out for life



[Chorus: Doc Doom]

We banged out, gun shots rang out, we hang out

Long Beach, Compton, niggas'll blow ya brains out

Way out, who's in the house?

Wu-Tang, Black Knights, the West Coast Killa Bee Gang



[Crisis]

Flow marvelous, born fatherless, street scientist

Slash pharmacist, mic arsonist, spit hot shit that rock shit

Harder than the aftershock, spaz a lot

Rob you wit a mask or not, cold crash ya spot

Yo, who got it locked, Black Knights, niggas best act like

They heard, if they didn't, all be spittin' up half-pints

of blood, steppin' to us, thinkin' you thug

Then turned bitch, when niggas don't budge

And start spittin' out slugs, immediately, I guarantee it'll to be

A massacre, splashin' ya, hollow tips, bashin' ya

Wide open, exposin' ya dome piece, get off Long Beach

The chrome heat, roll deep and don't sleep

Stay low key, I play the cut, drunk, eyes halfway shut

Heat tucked, big barrel brushin' my nuts

I'm no joke, so analyze the words that I quote

It's like I brush my teeth wit coke, every time I speak, it's dope



[Hook/Chorus x2]



[Doc Doom]

You corny niggas bore me, wit all ya tough talk and war stories

Comedian M.C.'s wit more jokes than Joe Torre

Real niggas support me, cuz real recognize real

When I should be under the jail for the caps that I pealed

But cops can't catch me, Mr. Flossy-Flossy in a Lexy

Two thou', Jeep style, my gear dip freshly

Come test me, you be another nigga on my shit-list

My hit-list, my rest-in-piss-list, dare you to diss this

Gang, I claim, Black Knights and get that ass beat

You niggas is worst then bitches these days, if you ask me

Flippin' the scripts, snitchin' and shit

What's that all about, nigga, I ought to put this fuckin' gun in ya mouth

And blow ya brains out, snitches get killed where I hang out

Everybody and they momma out here is banged out

From Compton and Compton don't raise no rats

We raised to scrap, raised up to blaze the gat

Like World War III, that's why I keep my guns off safety

It ain't safe in these streets, I know niggas that hate me

Faithfully, just waitin' for the day to erase me

That makes me, get the gat and react hasty



[Chorus]



[KAM]

I speak of a cracker like a pin cushion and grind

Nigga, I been pushin' the line

So much jackin' I should of gone blind, it's Black Muslim on mind

Overdosed, overdrive, override

Who do the most? Who keep it live? You know the coast, you know the side

Where niggas low-ride, bring drama and slang rocks

I hang wit Compton and Long Beach niggas but bang Watts

And got seventeen shots, and ain't a spot I don't stay heated in

Peace to my niggas in the pen, who ain't never gon' see the street again

I spent a lifetime on the bottom, repped it good

In the midst of this modern day, Gamorrah, inside I kept it hood

Stood my ground, kept quiet til the Black Knights found me

Now we bangin' the kind of shit that's started riots in the county



[Monk]

Monk stay in the streets, lay low

He creep slow wit a slow bop

Patrol cops, harass, tryin' to find cracks and weed-bag

Stashed in the cutter, Compton up, who off the hook

Stay banged out, in spots, where shots rang out

From past beef, do dirt, you stole, wear heats

Down back streets, armed beats cruisers on mountain bikes

This the Knights, fuck you un-alikes, you stagnate, stuck wit no hope

We make bricks, hit after hits

Straight out the dungeon pit, my sharp fatal sting picture flicks to 

punishment

We run shit, from Compton, Long Beach, Watts, up north, Sac' down to the Bay

Niggas step in my way, you get hit wit the "K"



[Hook/Chorus x2]



[Outro: Doc Doom]

We banged out, banged out, nigga...