Ant Banks

Ant Banks - Bay Area Massacre songtekst

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(feat. Mr. Ill, Rappin' Ron, Gangsta P, Jock)



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[Mr. Ill]

I was missing from my christening

Chewing on my writing pen persuing the enlightenment

To tighten nitwit game and lighten dim lit brains

The Rebirth, shit, I'm off the hook now

You see dirt through these terse, you will get shook pal

But look how children, be on some other shit

When the brother split, he coming back double grip

Bubble fit (Now) Bola (How?) Up off that cola

(Wow) Yo I done told ya (Blow) His life is over

Treachery is out to get with me, mental telepathy is saving me

I wear it like a badge of bravery, for safe haven see

Cause the grave in me calling me, but I ain't falling, G

They come in walls of three, I let 'em all have heat

I'm a let you know, check your testicles

Bet you're skeptical, with the letting go and wet you slow

And your ho, she gets some too, see your crew get run through

For you to undo, is like a llama learning kung fu

Drama's what I run you, mama's what you'll run to

I'm a go on and dump you and make you something to slum to

Chump you forgot to ask him, I got that platinum

Jump you, I bag and burn him, and bad ones learn from

Desert tongues get stripped out, if you gonna jump ship shout

You flipped out, then get clout, but that's not what this shit's bout

You salting my name, halting my fame, faulting my game

Niggas know I bring assault like the same



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[Rappin' Ron]

Fuck you bitch, I fish to fuck you quick

And what you get, is no props, I'm blowing up your whole block

It don't stop, I'm on top of this going down

Nigga peep Ron flow, the lawn mower's mowing now

And nigga I'm about to cut your grass

Smash the gas, hit the block, adjust the mask and bust your ass

Fuck the past, focus on the present tense

With president and no paraphenalia or evidence

I'm heaven-sent but never repent so I won't make it back

But if I go tell, fuck it, I might as well take a strap

As I bail through hell's deepest dungeon

I plunge in the fire pit, to see if I die quick

Or if I get ressurrected and reincarnated

And when motherfuckers look to check, double R made it

Rappin' Ron, sending busters to trapping john

Blowing up so much shit niggas swore that I just got back from Nam

Bombs drop when Ron cocks nine glocks

And when the time's hot my nine pops non-stop

So nigga why not bust a shot and leave fools dead

Cause fool I got chops and glocks in my toolshed

Who said that you fled and Ron never stomped ya?

Nigga, I'm a monster, you know Ron can conquer

I'm the rawest flawless, Diddley Dog is the tallest

And I'm the shortest, but notice that I flow this

You're bogus, you can't get me, hit me or fuck with me

The shit be bumping, it's just me and Ant Diddley

Dumping, pumping, swelling fools' heads like a pumpkin

And my assumption is that you'll be shorter than a munchkin

The rhyme carrier, breaking the barrier and blasting ya

And dogging you like a terrier on the Bay Area Massacre



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[Gangsta P]

Meet this gangsta nigga worser than Charles Manson

AK in my motherfucking hand, I'm demanding

Niggas who grab the mic and perpetrate this rap game, time to dust ya

SNV soldier firm like they should've told ya, now it's slaughter

Triple-6 thoughts got me caught up like Anita in the rapture

When I capture, ain't no escaping you bastards

Bow down to the devil taker, bodybag zipper creep

Made can't another nigga fade a

Flow like I flow, eastside O

Homicidal face-to-face, do you like 'em detrimental?

Flipping the script on my own shit

Disrespecting, you going to feel 50 from this fucking clip, bitch

Pray for holy water cause I gotcha

On this Bay Area massacre



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[Ant Banks]

I get around like a carousel

So ain't no motherfucker similar, equal, or either parallel

It's no equivalent, so nigga don't be ignorant

But different, cause what the nigga meant was insignificant

A ligament is what I'm finna breaking then I wake is what I hit em with

I make the nigga shake then penetrate

And yeah I did the shit, for all you suckers and cluckers

And motherfuckers causing ruckus, and bustas who think they hustlers

What's this world coming to? Crews is what I'm running through

You're tumbling, wondering, what the fuck I done to you

Cause one or two, I'm coming through, three or four, we can throw

But five six seven and eight, you gonna go to hell and wait

Until I get there, shit yeah, then it's gonna be on

Catch the homies come then he gone, if he would have only known

I ain't to be fucked with, nigga I'm willing to buck shit

Them niggas be rushing and bucking

I still be ducking and fucking 'em up quick



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[Jock]

Big fat dick out to you side busting, ho trusting ass

motherfuckers out there, you know what I'm saying?

Us East Bay niggas ain't trusting no hoes

Before we trust a bitch we suck 1000 clapping dicks

and swim through liquid shit

A bitch ain't nothing but a sympathetic wreck

All she fall to the toilet and break her motherfucking neck

Bitch, back on up and recognize young Jock for the 95 or 96

Coming dope for my nigga Ant Banks, you know what I'm saying?

He ain't bullshitting with you motherfuckers out here

115 Subrandy Park til I die, bitch
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