Bang Wit Me
[Verse 1: Bigg Rocc]
Point blank range in your face
You're curvin' slow, that's the pose you wanna pass
N***a that's your ass, in this fast life to live
Shit happens quick
Plus, a n***a like you, was on the John Doe list
Of n***as to get hit, never liked you anyway
So I chose to do the shit, and make my get away
The job is done, I hit my n***a Ren phone up like "Come on my N***a"
That's the word n***a's called
Fuck him, make his burial plans
Let us get back on track and stick to our plans
(Sho) don't slap, and (B) for start
Go for that n***a heart, that's the weakest of the sparts
N***as don't recognize and show respect
Like N.W.A, you n***as get chin checked
Ugh, lived your life of the lose script
Wanna be Korny Soprano with no fuckin' ammo
[Chorus: Bigg Rocc X2]
When I step in the room it's crackin' peanuts
N***as bang with me, n***a throw your hood up
Bitch bang with me, cause she don't give a fuck
Gettin' money til our mothafuckin' time is up
[Verse 2: Bigg Rocc]
I'm in the ghetto, makin' a livin'
Mamma never said you'll get rich off chickens
But the game is fucked, there's no more riches
So I shook into the Chronic, smoke by the bitches
Some, n***a serves nothin' but ounces
Keep me tight, and my 64 bouncin'
Keep me high like white boys climbin' mountains
But stay on alert, and watch my surroundings
Cause n***a is, all about that greed
It's like a disease in every family tree
Fuckin' with mine, you bitch n***as gon' bleed
I'm like the stop sign (*tyre Screeching*) n***as better learn to read
I only spit, that gangbang shit
That ghetto shit, so handcuff your bitch
I don't want that trick, keep her choose her shoes
Dirty ends, scuffed up on pussy on news
Point blank range in your face
You're curvin' slow, that's the pose you wanna pass
N***a that's your ass, in this fast life to live
Shit happens quick
Plus, a n***a like you, was on the John Doe list
Of n***as to get hit, never liked you anyway
So I chose to do the shit, and make my get away
The job is done, I hit my n***a Ren phone up like "Come on my N***a"
That's the word n***a's called
Fuck him, make his burial plans
Let us get back on track and stick to our plans
(Sho) don't slap, and (B) for start
Go for that n***a heart, that's the weakest of the sparts
N***as don't recognize and show respect
Like N.W.A, you n***as get chin checked
Ugh, lived your life of the lose script
Wanna be Korny Soprano with no fuckin' ammo
[Chorus: Bigg Rocc X2]
When I step in the room it's crackin' peanuts
N***as bang with me, n***a throw your hood up
Bitch bang with me, cause she don't give a fuck
Gettin' money til our mothafuckin' time is up
[Verse 2: Bigg Rocc]
I'm in the ghetto, makin' a livin'
Mamma never said you'll get rich off chickens
But the game is fucked, there's no more riches
So I shook into the Chronic, smoke by the bitches
Some, n***a serves nothin' but ounces
Keep me tight, and my 64 bouncin'
Keep me high like white boys climbin' mountains
But stay on alert, and watch my surroundings
Cause n***a is, all about that greed
It's like a disease in every family tree
Fuckin' with mine, you bitch n***as gon' bleed
I'm like the stop sign (*tyre Screeching*) n***as better learn to read
I only spit, that gangbang shit
That ghetto shit, so handcuff your bitch
I don't want that trick, keep her choose her shoes
Dirty ends, scuffed up on pussy on news