k**er Mike - Bang lyrics

[Verse 1: k**er Mike] Yeah, motherf**er I'm back from the dead Driving like a bat out of hell in a red Caprice cla**ic, I spit acid I don't rap ringtones, I flow cla**ics I am dirty south hip-hop, what's happening? True sh** talking, you ain't into battling You know I let the gun go like a gatling Favorite f**ing rappers I am embarra**ing God in the building, n***a, ain't no comparison I don't need swagger, I'm just arrogant Martin Luther King Drive made me this way And I've been real G before Atlanta went gay I'm down by law, what more can I say? Got a new AK, a new Chevorlet Now which f** boy on the block wanna play? I'm the best f**ing rapper you will find in the A [Hook] Grind Time Rap Gang, they're those guys The truth and the whole truth, they don't lie They just do (do), do (do), they don't try And if anybody had a problem, they gonna ride Like bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang [Verse 2: k**er Mike] Sidekicks hate, they don't wanna see me conquer Fired my boss, I don't need no sponsor Truck j**elry got me looking tough like Tonka Robber try to touch, lose his arm like in Rwanda In the concrete jungle, you prey or a hunter When you k** a n***a, they say his soul haunts ya I'd rather sleep with a ghost than sleep with the fish Be judged by twelve, than carried by six Rapper, walk like a man, and ride a n***a dick Forty-five got the king size jeans on sag Don't make me put another skull & cross on the flag Grind Time Rap Gang rep that flag Bang bang bang, the mack on your a** Charging with the hemi going vroom vroom fast Head full of smoke every packet got cash No love for the haters you can kiss my a** [Hook] [Verse 3: k**er Mike] Leader of the Grind Time get money Rap Gang Dope-a** flows, lyrically, I'm c**aine Dope dick for the b**hes, dope lyrics for the dope mang King Kong is the beast man, no cage, no chain Top of the world, white girl in my left hand Some monkey-a** n***as better hear me, clearly Any mother f**er ain't rappin' payin' dearly I'm talking weekly, monthly, yearly Until you punk motherf**ers learn to fear me I'm on some G sh**; I've got a G card I hit a n***a head, leave his a** a retard I have his momma saying "No, take me lord!" Preacher in the pulpit, the choir sings And on the first row a momma cries and leans The young fella had to die, it's a goddamn shame But it's Grind Time Rap Gang, bang bang bang [Hook]