Chris "The Glove" Taylor - Lyrical Gangbang lyrics

[Intro] This should be played at high volume Preferably in a residential area [Verse 1: The Lady of Rage] Now I'mma kick up dust, as I begin to bust On the wick-wack, f**ed up s**ers you can't trust When I kick up, I lick up, your face get smacked up When I rack up, so all you motherf**ers just pack up Or get slapped with the swiftness If you think you're swift with the gift, Merry Christmas Now stuff that in your stockin' I'm knockin' em out the box and Knocking em out their socks and, cause Robin is rockin' Breaking em down to the slab Taking 'em down on their a** Now what you wanna do, ya wanna battle, uh? Send you up sh** creek without a motherf**ing paddle Rattle that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothin' more than a grain Or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to that other level You think you got pull? Then pull it, uh! I got the trigger so I figure you'll bite the bullet Then bite the dust and wipe the fuss Do what I must, and what I must is bust A bubble, or two some trouble, for you So skip to my Luger, Lady of Rage is comin' through [Interlude: King Tee + B-Real] Some cool sh** Some cool sh** Boo-yaa! Spittin' out buckshots [Verse 2: Kurupt] I fears no one, I makes 'em cool off like a polar cat Lynching, as a hit, misses the roll of dice Pushing packs to make a profit Diggy dope duck on the topic so stop and gimme my props, kid I'm livin' large like a fat b**h So get back, b**h, I'm hard to bogart, for the f*ggots This young black kid, a mercenary, merciless Murderin' millions of n***as so who's first to diss They say I'm bad so you'll find none worse than this Chewing motherf**ers up like a Hershey Kiss Put to sleep, loving the lyrics I leave in the minds of each Rough when flex, too complex, wrecks your mental piece So feel the wrath, n***a, I rip in half n***as You're quick to talk sh**, I whoop your a** n***a Then watch me blast, n***a, cause I'm the last n***a You wanna f** wit, so up your cash, n***a I make em stagger, I'm scandalous as Jimmy Swaggart I'm a good tracker, scoping your girl then watch me tag her Pulling steel like a stunt Shown like an ID card, n***a, no needs to front, so Here to torment I put track on crack And I'm strapped with a semi-tone mili-ten Mac Yo, I breaks em off, I breaks em off, chief Deadly as Jason on Friday the 13th [Interlude: B-Real A to the motherf**in' K] [Verse 3: RBX] Back in the days, n***as they use to scrap But now in ninety-two, n***as they pull their strap Cause umm, police them come wicked and them shoot n***as, so n***as retaliate and start to loot, execute Boot-stomping Black soldier, here to teach and mold ya The innovator, dominater, narrarator R-B to the motherf**in' X, flex wicked Styley Lee, bump and be found and do bleed by a Maniac, with a gat See nowadays n***as is like that I pull my trigger back, the bullets go Bo-bo-bo! Now I'm on d**h Row f** it, n***as going wild Every night they shoot, it's like Beirut Maybe you should get a Kevlar vest for your chest Anytime steppin' through my hood But that'll do you no good One slug to your face, don't hate You're gettin' smoked like wood Nasty n***a bloody pumps face flat On the concrete, here comes the white sheet Mr. Coroner, caught with some yellow tape But, the murderers escape Audi like 5 G's Lyrical g**n but it's just a G thang