Goldy - f**in' Wit Banks lyrics

Ant Banks (spoken): Oooh, goddamn, I'm glad you set it off Ha ha, yeah, you know Pooh-Man, big s**er, fat face f**er So won't you just pucker up and s** the nuts of the big, big bada** n***a Ant Banks, let's do this sh**, you know Let's do this sh**, n***a The big bad a**, yeah (Ant Banks): Enough is enough with this fake a** bullsh** 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 b**h You're just a mark till you heart miss a piddy Made another fake tape, and yet it sounds so sh**ty So meet your maker, muthaf**a, I made you Put a quarter in your a** and I just played you, n***a You frontin' like you rough and tough But you was screamin' like a b**h when Hub socked that a** up I know the real, n***a, you just a punk And why you keep runnin' if you wanted some funk, n***a? 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 f**in' with Banks, n***a Chorus: f**in' with Banks Yeah boy, you'll get mopped when you're... f**in' with Banks You get that a** 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 a** got dropped, b**h Cuz the n***as I roll with is dangerous We don't let no fake n***as hang with us I break that a** off with no remorse You can't hang with the Banks, you better stay on the porch, n***a With your b**h a** voice, sh**, you sound like a chipmunk Tryna be hard, you ain't nothin' but a big punk So give it up n***a, 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 sh**, n***a So you better keep f**in' with dank And watch your back in the town while you f**in' 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 b**h a** n***a 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 a** on the map, so dog, let him know Too $hort (spoken): Fake a** n***a always wanted to be me I remember when I met that n***a in '84 b**hin' behind Racia Cuz I slapped that b**h down in my homeboy basement n***a, the b**h was gettin' finger f**ed by $hort Dog She was supposed to be your b**h But she was lovin' me, n***a, 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 sh**, never been sh**, never gon' be sh** Remember Shorty The Pimp's tour, right? I was f**in' a b**h and you was eatin' her p**y and s**in' my dick Mhisani, nicknamed Goldy, pullin' your b**h 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 b**h n***a, 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 f** you and that garbage that made your dopefiend father and hoe'n a** mother Tellin' everybody you from your mother's rotten p**y, 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 s**a, fat face f**er So won't you just pucker up and kiss the nuts Of the big, big bad a**, n***a You know, Dangerous Crew in the house, b**h Some of that old '94 sh** We know ya can't fade it, b**h And we out of this b**h