Rappin' Ron - Bay Area Ma**acre lyrics

It's the Bayside (Ma**acre) The Bayside (Ma**acre) On and on and on (Repeat 2x) [Mr. Ill] I was missing from my christening Chewing on my writing pen persuing the enlightenment To tighten nitwit game and lighten dim lit brains The Rebirth, sh**, I'm off the hook now You see dirt through these terse, you will get shook pal But look how children, be on some other sh** When the brother split, he coming back double grip Bubble fit (Now) Bola (How?) Up off that cola (Wow) Yo I done told ya (Blow) His life is over Treachery is out to get with me, mental telepathy is saving me I wear it like a badge of bravery, for safe haven see Cause the grave in me calling me, but I ain't falling, G They come in walls of three, I let 'em all have heat I'm a let you know, check your testicles Bet you're skeptical, with the letting go and wet you slow And your ho, she gets some too, see your crew get run through For you to undo, is like a llama learning kung fu Drama's what I run you, mama's what you'll run to I'm a go on and dump you and make you something to slum to Chump you forgot to ask him, I got that platinum Jump you, I bag and burn him, and bad ones learn from Desert tongues get stripped out, if you gonna jump ship shout You flipped out, then get clout, but that's not what this sh**'s bout You salting my name, halting my fame, faulting my game n***as know I bring a**ault like the same It's the Bayside (Ma**acre) The Bayside (Ma**acre) On and on and on (Repeat 2x) [Rappin' Ron] f** you b**h, I fish to f** you quick And what you get, is no props, I'm blowing up your whole block It don't stop, I'm on top of this going down n***a peep Ron flow, the lawn mower's mowing now And n***a I'm about to cut your gra** Smash the gas, hit the block, adjust the mask and bust your a** f** the past, focus on the present tense With president and no paraphenalia or evidence I'm heaven-sent but never repent so I won't make it back But if I go tell, f** it, I might as well take a strap As I bail through hell's deepest dungeon I plunge in the fire pit, to see if I die quick Or if I get ressurrected and reincarnated And when motherf**ers look to check, double R made it Rappin' Ron, sending busters to trapping john Blowing up so much sh** n***as swore that I just got back from Nam Bombs drop when Ron co*ks nine Glocks And when the time's hot my nine pops non-stop So n***a why not bust a shot and leave fools dead Cause fool I got chops and Glocks in my toolshed Who said that you fled and Ron never stomped ya? n***a, I'm a monster, you know Ron can conquer I'm the rawest flawless, Diddley Dog is the tallest And I'm the shortest, but notice that I flow this You're bogus, you can't get me, hit me or f** with me The sh** be bumping, it's just me and Ant Diddley Dumping, pumping, swelling fools' heads like a pumpkin And my a**umption is that you'll be shorter than a munchkin The rhyme carrier, breaking the barrier and blasting ya And dogging you like a terrier on the Bay Area Ma**acre It's the Bayside (Ma**acre) The Bayside (Ma**acre) On and on and on (Repeat 2x) [Gangsta P] Meet this gangsta n***a worser than Charles Manson AK in my motherf**ing hand, I'm demanding n***as who grab the mic and perpetrate this rap game, time to dust ya SNV soldier firm like they should've told ya, now it's slaughter Triple-6 thoughts got me caught up like Anita in the rapture When I capture, ain't no escaping you ba*tards Bow down to the devil taker, bodybag zipper creep Made can't another n***a fade a Flow like I flow, eastside O Homicidal face-to-face, do you like 'em detrimental? Flipping the script on my own sh** Disrespecting, you going to feel 50 from this f**ing clip, b**h Pray for holy water cause I gotcha On this Bay Area ma**acre It's the Bayside (Ma**acre) The Bayside (Ma**acre) On and on and on (Repeat 2x) [Ant Banks] I get around like a carousel So ain't no motherf**er similar, equal, or either parallel It's no equivalent, so n***a don't be ignorant But different, cause what the n***a meant was insignificant A ligament is what I'm finna breaking then I wake is what I hit em with I make the n***a shake then penetrate And yeah I did the sh**, for all you s**ers and cluckers And motherf**ers causing ruckus, and bustas who think they hustlers What's this world coming to? Crews is what I'm running through You're tumbling, wondering, what the f** I done to you Cause one or two, I'm coming through, three or four, we can throw But five six seven and eight, you gonna go to hell and wait Until I get there, sh** yeah, then it's gonna be on Catch the homies come then he gone, if he would have only known I ain't to be f**ed with, n***a I'm willing to buck sh** Them n***as be rushing and bucking I still be ducking and f**ing 'em up quick It's the Bayside (Ma**acre) The Bayside (Ma**acre) On and on and on (Repeat 2x) [Jock] Big fat dick out to you side busting, ho trusting a** Motherf**ers out there, you know what I'm saying? Us East Bay n***as ain't trusting no hoes Before we trust a b**h we s** 1000 clapping dicks And swim through liquid sh** A b**h ain't nothing but a sympathetic wreck All she fall to the toilet and break her motherf**ing neck b**h, back on up and recognize young Jock for the 95 or 96 Coming dope for my n***a Ant Banks, you know what I'm saying? He ain't bullsh**ting with you motherf**ers out here 115 Subrandy Park til I die, b**h