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Knightowl - You Wanna Bang lyrics
f/ Mr. Skrilla, Slush the Villain [Slush the Villain] It's all good baby It's all good to the wheels fall off I thought you knew bitch This problem's world wide across America Bitch Sawed Off's here to anilahate anybody trippin Watchin with percisily with night vision On my oposition Try and take on my position Master mind the right descision So we gon creep solidy lock a knife insicion Boy your fuckin time is tickin But your clock of life don run out of time You're next in line to die don't cry And if you're scare cause here's why You're shits the filla now down the scrilla Sawed Off Killa here to make a meal plus While you're wastin your time tryin to kill us And you still can't hang wit it Try and bang on us And we gon bang wit it Have a thang wit it Remain in it, like my dick in your bitch And when you lickin her clit You really lickin my dick Need to get rid of all you mothafuckas Ain't no favors on my label No one's above us So when you the Sawed Off Anterage come walkin through Get on them knees with quickness Boy bitch shine these shoes Ha Ha [Chorus: Chris Gun a.k.a Black Gun] You wanna, we can bang You wanna throw them thangs We can throw them thangs too What you wanna do We can set it off dog Bust shots until the casket drops On all ya [2x] [Mr. Skrilla] Now this is murda for your mind If you try to step to mine It's like you hatas brought a knife And you tryin to step to millionares That'll tear up in your flesh Ff you think you really hard We get to bustin collectin bodies Like them Pokemon cards No hold bars leavin crews With perminate scars Makin hatas wanna retreat Before I finish 16 bars I'ma light my cigar I guess I'm like a czar Comin with Godfather status Pumpin lead up in your car While you're drivin in it [Boom] Now I got em Leavin your face layin flat Like you're sleepin on your steering collar Trench in this Cali sun shine Who am I? Do or Die I feel like I just came from Columbine High Feelin high to the sky Is the optimo smoke Just enough to have you aimin at your throat Ain't no steppin to the Sawed Off Slush we all bust Enough slugs to turn your bodies into saw dust Boy we gon crush [Chorus] [Knightowl] The Knightowl's comin with it I'm sick like Al Pachino A lyrical gambino And I'm drinkin lots of vino I got the party on and crackin All you bitches I be smackin Don't you ever fuck around Or it's you that I'm kidnappin I never fuckin play fool Like a little kid with a gun at school I'll brake the fuckin rules And rob you for your jewels The Knightowl, Mr. Skrilla And Slush be fuckin killas We don't give no one a brake So best not ever make mistakes We got that kind of shit that makes you move That kind of shit that makes you grooves That kind of shit that makes you jump And shake your fuckin rump now Come and do this dance I hope you can Throw them hands up in the sky But if you don't fool you ain't shit Now let me tell you why You gotta wave them hands in the fuckin air I'm the deadly like a fuckin chair The Sawed Off Family won't stop Until we full if millionares We be nothin but the baddest fool My beat always the phatest I got the fuckin paper Gettin high like a sky scrapper [Chorus] |
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