Crooked I - Banger on my Lap lyrics

Yea Circle of Bosses Crooked I Banger on my lap, my seats lean back I'm ready when beef crack I hope you know the business White tee attached Fresh Dodger hats Long Beach is where we at Crooked keep infinite cannons to blam at y'all Put hammers in ya mouth like Ambasol, a damn Neanderthal Ratchets draw, I'm last to fall, standin tall Your blood on the canvas that's all the camera saw Yeah, fake pussies despise me Cause I pull up dumpin shots while the Bathing Ape hoody disguise me And for the sh** I'm writing you should straight pull it, surprise me; I'm a beast I ain't letting straight bullets survive me This Wes Craven's a thug, I'm Tech wavin Makin you a rest haven for slugs, your chest cave in You meet your d**h facin the mud, I'm neck breakin Die in ya vest tastin ya blood, I'm breathtaking My trigger finger gon ring them things towards you Doctors'll go'n find a machine to breathe for you Them hammers'll King Thor you, the beam floor you It tore through your spleen, poor you, choirs'll sing for you I'm missin noodles, you n***as poodles Don't try to resist cause this is feudal, but I give you kudos Props my n***a, then I'm a give you two holes When cops come askin what happened? I'm a tell em who knows? Never talkin I'd rather walk in a cell Direct a call for the bail cause tellin's awful as hell And snitchin's a nail in ya coffin as well Get knocked off, from shots called, by young bosses in jail This is the life we, lead nightly Creep lightly through the streets with G's like me It's like the certain made Adam and Eve bite me I put the knowledge on good and evil on trees like leaves Paper, I flip cream with my notebook Hot sixteens and a dope hook Sometimes I freestyle, now I call that flow the no look You don't use pens either, good but, you're no Crook I dust you flow off, just to show off Busters know, they can't turn this hustler's blow off Face it you basic, you wack-a** n***as is getting wasted I reach in my waist and the 38 rip Bullets straight zip, through the air like a spaceship Hit you under the chin, give you a face lift, you ain't sh** I'm on some bang bang Circle Gang sh** Puttin blood on your shoes like Game's Hurricane kicks Get murdered man, with perfect aim, get your vertebrae's clipped Further pain administered from my burner, same clip Slip, we won't leave a witness When you in my city, I hope you know the business When you in my city, hope you know the business Banger on my lap, my seats lean back I'm ready when beef crack, I hope you know the business White tee attached, fresh Dodger hats Long Beach is where we at, yeah I hope you know the business I got my banger in my lap, my seats lean back I'm ready when beef crack, n***a I hope you know the business White tee attached, yeah fresh Dodger hats Long Beach is where we at, so I hope ya know the business