Banged Out (Black Knights)

Yeah, yeah, banged out Black Knights, yeah banged out (not us) Gunshots rang out, rang out (yeah) Why, why, why, uh You don't wanna fuck wit us Niggas wanna fuck wit the Knights You don't wanna fuck wit me Me and my niggas stay banged out for life We banged out, gun shots rang out, we hang out Long Beach, Compton, niggas'll blow ya brains out Way out, who's in the house? Wu-Tang, Black Knights, the West Coast Killa Bee Gang Flow marvelous, born fatherless, street scientist Slash pharmacist, mic arsonist, spit hot shit that rock shit Harder than the aftershock, spaz a lot Rob you wit a mask or not, cold crash ya spot Yo, who got it locked, Black Knights, niggas best act like They heard, if they didn't, all be spittin' up half-pints of blood, steppin' to us, thinkin' you thug Then turned bitch, when niggas don't budge And start spittin' out slugs, immediately, I guarantee it'll to be A massacre, splashin' ya, hollow tips, bashin' ya Wide open, exposin' ya dome piece, get off Long Beach The chrome heat, roll deep and don't sleep Stay low key, I play the cut, drunk, eyes halfway shut Heat tucked, big barrel brushin' my nuts I'm no joke, so analyze the words that I quote It's like I brush my teeth wit coke, every time I speak, it's dope You corny niggas bore me, wit all ya tough talk and war stories Comedian M.C.'s wit more jokes than Joe Torre Real niggas support me, cuz real recognize real When I should be under the jail for the caps that I pealed But cops can't catch me, Mr. Flossy-Flossy in a Lexy Two thou', Jeep style, my gear dip freshly Come test me, you be another nigga on my shit-list My hit-list, my rest-in-piss-list, dare you to diss this Gang, I claim, Black Knights and get that ass beat You niggas is worst then bitches these days, if you ask me Flippin' the scripts, snitchin' and shit What's that all about, nigga, I ought to put this fuckin' gun in ya mouth And blow ya brains out, snitches get killed where I hang out Everybody and they momma out here is banged out From Compton and Compton don't raise no rats We raised to scrap, raised up to blaze the gat Like World War III, that's why I keep my guns off safety It ain't safe in these streets, I know niggas that hate me Faithfully, just waitin' for the day to erase me That makes me, get the gat and react hasty I speak of a cracker like a pin cushion and grind Nigga, I been pushin' the line So much jackin' I should of gone blind, it's Black Muslim on mind Overdosed, overdrive, override Who do the most? Who keep it live? You know the coast, you know the side Where niggas low-ride, bring drama and slang rocks I hang wit Compton and Long Beach niggas but bang Watts And got seventeen shots, and ain't a spot I don't stay heated in Peace to my niggas in the pen, who ain't never gon' see the street again I spent a lifetime on the bottom, repped it good In the midst of this modern day, Gamorrah, inside I kept it hood Stood my ground, kept quiet til the Black Knights found me Now we bangin' the kind of shit that's started riots in the county Monk stay in the streets, lay low He creep slow wit a slow bop Patrol cops, harass, tryin' to find cracks and weed-bag Stashed in the cutter, Compton up, who off the hook Stay banged out, in spots, where shots rang out From past beef, do dirt, you stole, wear heats Down back streets, armed beats cruisers on mountain bikes This the Knights, fuck you un-alikes, you stagnate, stuck wit no hope We make bricks, hit after hits Straight out the dungeon pit, my sharp fatal sting picture flicks to punishment We run shit, from Compton, Long Beach, Watts, up north, Sac' down to the Bay Niggas step in my way, you get hit wit the "K" We banged out, banged out, nigga...