Fuckin' Wit Banks

Ant Banks (spoken): Oooh, goddamn, I'm glad you set it off Ha ha, yeah, you know Pooh-Man, big sucker, fat face fucker So won't you just pucker up and suck the nuts of the big, big badass nigga Ant Banks, let's do this shit, you know Let's do this shit, nigga The big bad ass, yeah (Ant Banks): Enough is enough with this fake ass bullshit My finger's on the trigger and I'm itchin' to pull it Now let's see who's the first mark on my hit list Is it Winnie the Pooh? No, it's Pooh-man, the big bitch You're just a mark till you heart miss a piddy Made another fake tape, and yet it sounds so shitty So meet your maker, muthafucka, I made you Put a quarter in your ass and I just played you, nigga You frontin' like you rough and tough But you was screamin' like a bitch when Hub socked that ass up I know the real, nigga, you just a punk And why you keep runnin' if you wanted some funk, nigga? Fake gangster, you off by a long shot Quick to get popped if I catch you on the wrong block I keep a full clip up in my tank And you'll get tossed by the boss when you fuckin' with Banks, nigga Chorus: Fuckin' with Banks Yeah boy, you'll get mopped when you're... Fuckin' with Banks You get that ass socked up when you're... (Ant Banks): Three albums out, and they all on the flop list See, you can't even rap, that's why your ass got dropped, bitch Cuz the niggas I roll with is dangerous We don't let no fake niggas hang with us I break that ass off with no remorse You can't hang with the Banks, you better stay on the porch, nigga With your bitch ass voice, shit, you sound like a chipmunk Tryna be hard, you ain't nothin' but a big punk So give it up nigga, rappin' wasn't made for you And all that dissin' that you doin' can't fade me, Pooh You're just jealous and mad cuz I'm rollin' While my pockets stay fat from the cash I'm foldin' Your 'Judgment Day' done came and went With some local sales, but that ain't shit, nigga So you better keep fuckin' with dank And watch your back in the town while you fuckin' with Banks CHORUS (Ant Banks): The world's biggest simp could never be a pimp His name is Pooh-Man, yeah word to the wimp He's a bitch ass nigga ya'll, take it from me Just a studio gangsta, he's fakin' to be An MC on the microphone, you better leave it alone You little wanna be Too $hort clone There's only one little rap mack from the 'O' Who put your ass on the map, so dog, let him know Too $hort (spoken): Fake ass nigga always wanted to be me I remember when I met that nigga in '84 Bitchin' behind Racia Cuz I slapped that bitch down in my homeboy basement Nigga, the bitch was gettin' finger fucked by $hort Dog She was supposed to be your bitch But she was lovin' me, nigga, you mark You still a mark, you know what I'm sayin'? That's why Little D slapped you at Eastmont Mall Fakin' like you was from the village Man, you ain't with it (Goldy): Pooh-Man you ain't shit, never been shit, never gon' be shit Remember Shorty The Pimp's tour, right? I was fuckin' a bitch and you was eatin' her pussy and suckin' my dick Mhisani, nicknamed Goldy, pullin' your bitch card So ready to clown, my dick's hard You licked more tramps that P's got licks on a guitar Hip hop on the green, that's the weary part Banks put 'em up and called you out, but you ran cuz you's a scary mark Bitch nigga, switch hitter, is it the deuce or the nine? Hangin' in the village done got your car shot up Playin' both sides of the line Fuck you and that garbage that made your dopefiend father and hoe'n ass mother Tellin' everybody you from your mother's rotten pussy, called 'The Gutter' Jive signed you and dropped you Dangerous signed you and dropped you Paris signed you and dropped you Now I heard you went out on a rumor, snortin' hop Ant Banks (spoken): Pooh-Man you a sucka, fat face fucker So won't you just pucker up and kiss the nuts Of the big, big bad ass, nigga You know, Dangerous Crew in the house, bitch Some of that old '94 shit We know ya can't fade it, bitch And we out of this bitch