Ant Banks - Give the 'G' a Gat lyrics

(Chorus: Spice 1) Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat Whippin' up on that a** it's the 187 Fac Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat Whippin' up on that a** it's the 187 Fac (Spice 1) Spiggity One whippin' up on that a** look what I got that's quick to blast Blowin' 'em up on they back as I sm-a-smash Runnin' up and down the block with a fo'-five pistol up in my lap And n***as be comin' up short when I cap And I leave they a** in a zipped up sack, player So don't be steppin' to these g's The Faculty got me bizzack we strim that with Uzi's So what the f** you wanna do? Leave your a** in a motherf**in' coma fool Peelin' a cap back, Red Rum Fac as I jack these n***as n***as put your motherf**in' fingers on a triggers G-Nut, (whattup fool?) since your ready to blast (haha) Pull out my your sh** and put a cap in they a** n***a (G-Nut) Well it's the G-the-N-U-T, all you haters envy me So check it, cause I'mma 'bout to wreck it for the ninety-fo' Roll a couple rhyme to get my crippin' up the par Now when I co*k the hammer bro I'm shootin' for the stars And I don't give a f** who you be G Cause whoever you are, it ain't no way in the world you can be me I'm comin' from the haystack, way back where they grow, froze Up or on the other that I wonder if the bowl knows that I ducks this Cause I loves this, one eight seven roughness Yeah it's the Nut b**h the nappy that you stuck with So Din Fin is you ready to blast? (Whattup my n***a?) Slip in the clip and put a slug in that a** (Din Fin) If I don't grab that sh** and poppin' who gon' pop first? The n***a that'll make your face burst Or worthless I can be packed up in the first side of my hearse (comin' with dirt) Cause I'm all alone and my clip ain't k**in' the n***as that jump I pumps two sick of his side of his chest and dumpin' him in a truck No pistol blister f**in' that n***a since I dump him a realer ditch Pullin' all my Glock clockin' and unload clippin' when that n***a twitch Better wear a vest I'm aimin' at head and puttin' your a** to rest Pump test or Mack with a bigger gat that'll penetrate your vest Their naffy government causin' trouble when I'm bubblin' Smokin' bomb and kickin' it with my n***as on thai but who be bubblin' So Frank J if you ready to blast (you know the rules) Load up your gat and bust a cap in that a** (Frank J) Frankly forty-seven for the nine-fo' f**in' him up Recruit when I rap like that with a funky rhyme flow And if you can't feel me then just k** me for this weak sh** Oh no, never that, ohh I finna freak this So peep this corner risin' game I finna spit And if you still can't feel me then I might have to spit a zip Cause n***as like me be breakin' a b**h Rippin' and strivin' a person could of been much more worse Per man with the man even the man they live in a hearse Cause I would've murdered first Livin' a fast life stickin' up tricks, kickin' at n***a's dolls All those who oppose to the Fac they will be disposed Openin' up your motherf**in' chest with one of these hollow tips It'll be whistlin' Dixy to your a** when this hollow hit (Chorus: Spice 1) Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat Whippin' up on that a** it's the 187 Fac Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat Whippin' up on that a** it's the 187 Fac (187 Fac) Here comes a n***a like the coolest out to get respect and snappin' necks Creepin' with the Tech a n***a known to leave a bloody mess The sickest motherf**er with the loadest clip And ready to empty the clip into the hip of the n***a talkin' sh** I gots to creep low and stay low and let these motherf**ers know When the Tech's ??? a n***a hates to see the murder show The figgity Fac is in the f**in' house and that's the f**in' truth Now tell me how it feels to be that one eighty seven f**in' proof Sittin' on the roof with my Tech-Nine bustin' for my help With so many shots in your a** I'll make the f**in' clip melt (???? (who?) since you ready to blast n***a Get on the mic and put a cap in that a**) --] Spice 1 (187 Fac) I'm raisin' n***as up off they feet, six deep drivin' taxi Never known for pushin' crack and re-askin' causin' headaches in your family Baggin' up my rocks makin' money, n***as can't fade the 187 Faculty We be pumpin' thug n***as extra clip, bill is fill to his capacity Makin' stacks of g's ain't no turnin' back Sippin' on some new Con Jack I watch my old gat Into beat you to retaliate you f**ed s**in' up ??? from inside your f**in' casket is your next lunch So hear the church bells jingle, I'm comin' out the gut strapped Raunchy black like the season ???????? With the blower burnin' gun smoke my self defence And greedy grease and bloody feet will left the evidence It's pitiful, I'm smokin' on some wonderful sh** Gonna have you rollin' with your strap bustin' caps in your vehicle ??? act, representin' the haystack Quick to fill my pockets with your cash and bust a cap in that a** n***a (Spice 1) Hahahahaha, beeatch! You're just a thing of the past Too many motherf**in' caps in that a** n***a (Chorus: Spice 1) Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat Whippin' up on that a** it's the 187 Fac Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat Whippin' up on that a** it's the 187 Fac Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat Whippin' up on that a** it's the 187 Fac n***a