Bang This

[Verse 1] Oh no, here I go again, it's Blaq Po' again Niggas hoping and praying that I just throw it in But I can't stop, I won't stop, I'm too thorough Plus, none of ya niggas can give me any trouble Yo thun, you outdid yourself, these niggas kid themselves It's over for ya niggas, when this shit hits the shelf You want hardcore? Here it is 24 7 year round like motherfucking 280, 6 1 , black as fuck And I still ain't fighting fair, nigga keep the back 'em up The game is out of order, niggas don't got no direction Don't worry all I got this, bang me in every project Got it locked down, north, south, east or west On some real nigga shit, ya niggas know, Preem's the best Don't even try to fight it, or start a fucking riot I take the microphone and deep fry it, keep quiet And as for drama nigga, don't even go there Attack you with no fear, look at my eyes, I don't care Everybody building up for a gang fight Black jacks, big gats, motherfucking chain's nice I know you're saying damn this [?] can flow Ya motherfuckers must be orphans, the last ones to know [Hook] Bang this, motherfucker bang this Take a slim wrist, I make you famous Bang this, motherfucker bang this If you're posted in the strip, if you're coasting in the whip Bang this, motherfucker it's the shit When you're high as a kite, and drunk with your clique Bang this, bang this Bang this motherfucker bang this [Verse 2] I turn on my radio, I cover my ears, I can't have it Where the fuck is Red Alert? Where the fuck is Mr. Magic Shit, I guess I got to get with the times My mindstate is '88 but my style is '09 I'm sick with the rhymes like niggas sniffing some lines Motherfuckers can't rap, got to stick with the crimes Bang this, got nothing to hide, I'm shameless A wild fucking animal, you can't tame this OE guzzler, gats with the muffler Stay on the grind, I'm a lifetime hustler And Im'ma back up every fucking word Leave you on the curb all fucked up, you heard Bang this, motherfuck them bird niggas On the real, you know how bad I hurt niggas Blaq Poet, yeah I'm popping mad shit It's in my blood, I'm on some really bad shit It's nothing funny, I got dum dums for dummies I'm a OG, but I'm getting that new money This is a dead end, one way Let's gun talk, gun play, everybody got to go one day All that bullshit rose to the top I'm like that cookie at the bottom of the pot Nigga bang this