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 fuck with my crew

Fuck 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-ass busta, motherfucker

So what's up with the kid from the gutter

Fuck around and make Dangerous a sacred place

Producing them fake-ass tapes

And you wanna call me deadweight?

Fuck 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 ass at Denny's

And have them Mac-10 shells dropping good and plenty

Now you can keep your punk ass shit

But how did you go out? You went out like a bitch

Now I'm gonna smoke your ass like buddha

And all you motherfuckers, I'm a bring it to ya



	Fake ass, busta-ass nigga, goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off

	Now the shit's like a war

	Them mark-ass 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 motherfucking 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 pussy, fool, you getting dick

Now tell me how that sound

Sounds like another nigga from Dangerous getting beat down

Now you wanna fuck with me, right?

Toe to toe in the alley in the middle of the night

And watch me mop that ass

And have 'em draw a chalk line around your bitch ass

But you know you ain't careful, trick

Remember on true when you got the burning dick?

But that's how I'm gon' do ya

Fire up the dank, nigga, cause I'm a bring it to ya



	Fake ass, busta-ass nigga, goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off

	Now the shit's like a war

	Them mark-ass niggas don't want trouble (Repeat 2x)



Niggas say "Pooh-Man, why you clowning?"

Cause I'm tired of my motherfucking surroundings

Fools tried to tame but they can't

See I'm from the gutter, and straight fucking with dank

So I got tried of niggas picking my cash

So I got smart, and I left they punk ass

See all of that's real, I got my fill

And all my motherfucking dollar bills

So fuck everything they say

And the shiesty games those punk motherfuckers 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 Fuck

But I'm only out to get my dick sucked

So fuck what you're stressing

When I left the Dangerous Crew, it was a blessing

And oh brother wait, who the fuck is Banks?

Nobody knew ya til "Fucking With Dank"

So for all you niggas, screw ya

Fuck you motherfuckers, cause I'm a bring it to ya



	Fake ass, busta-ass nigga, goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off

	Now the shit's like a war

	Them mark-ass niggas don't want trouble (Repeat til fade)