[Intro: Doc Doom (Monk)]
Yeah, yeah, banged out
Black Knights, yeah banged out (not us)
Gunshots rang out, rang out (yeah)
Why, why, why, uh
[Hook 2X: Doc Doom]
You don't wanna f*ck wit us
n*ggas wanna f*ck wit the Knights
You don't wanna f*ck wit me
Me and my n*ggas stay banged out for life
[Chorus: Doc Doom]
We banged out, gun shots rang out, we hang out
Long Beach, Compton, n*ggas'll blow ya brains out
Way out, who's in the house?
Wu-Tang, Black Knights, the West Coast Killa Bee Gang
[Crisis]
Flow marvelous, born fatherless, street scientist
Slash pharmacist, mic arsonist, spit hot sh*t that rock sh*t
Harder than the aftershock, spaz a lot
Rob you wit a mask or not, cold crash ya spot
Yo, who got it locked, Black Knights, n*ggas best act like
They heard, if they didn't, all be spittin' up half-pints
Of blood, steppin' to us, thinkin' you thug
Then turned b*tch, when n*ggas don't budge
And start spittin' out slugs, immediately, I guarantee it'll to be
A massacre, splashin' ya, hollow tips, bashin' ya
Wide open, exposin' ya dome piece, get off Long Beach
The chrome heat, roll deep and don't sleep
Stay low key, I play the cut, drunk, eyes halfway shut
Heat tucked, big barrel brushin' my nuts
I'm no joke, so analyze the words that I quote
It's like I brush my teeth wit coke, every time I speak, it's dope
[Hook/Chorus 2X]
[Doc Doom]
You corny n*ggas bore me, wit all ya tough talk and war stories
Comedian M.C.'s wit more jokes than Joe Torre
Real n*ggas support me, cuz real recognize real
When I should be under the jail for the caps that I pealed
But cops can't catch me, Mr. Flossy-Flossy in a Lexy
Two thou', Jeep style, my gear dip freshly
Come test me, you be another n*gga on my sh*t-list
My hit-list, my rest-in-p*ss-list, dare you to diss this
Gang, I claim, Black Knights and get that ass beat
You n*ggas is worst then b*tches these days, if you ask me
Flippin' the scripts, snitchin' and sh*t
What's that all about, n*gga, I ought to put this f*ckin' gun in ya mouth
And blow ya brains out, snitches get killed where I hang out
Everybody and they momma out here is banged out
From Compton and Compton don't raise no rats
We raised to scrap, raised up to blaze the gat
Like World War III, that's why I keep my guns off safety
It ain't safe in these streets, I know n*ggas that hate me
Faithfully, just waitin' for the day to erase me
That makes me, get the gat and react hasty
[Chorus]
[KAM]
I speak of a cracker like a pin cushion and grind
n*gga, I been pushin' the line
So much jackin' I should of gone blind, it's Black Muslim on mind
Overdosed, overdrive, override
Who do the most? Who keep it live? You know the coast, you know the side
Where n*ggas low-ride, bring drama and slang rocks
I hang wit Compton and Long Beach n*ggas but bang Watts
And got seventeen shots, and ain't a spot I don't stay heated in
Peace to my n*ggas in the pen, who ain't never gon' see the street again
I spent a lifetime on the bottom, repped it good
In the midst of this modern day, Gamorrah, inside I kept it hood
Stood my ground, kept quiet til the Black Knights found me
Now we bangin' the kind of sh*t that's started riots in the county
[RuggedMonk]
Monk stay in the streets, lay low
He creep slow wit a slow bop
Patrol cops, harass, tryin' to find cracks and weed-bags
Stashed in the cut, a Compton Nut, who off the hook
Stay banged out, in spots, where shots rang out
From past beef, do dirt use throw-away heats
Down back streets, on beach cruisers or mountain bikes
This the Knights, f*ck you un-alikes, you stagnated stuck wit no hope
We make bricks, hit after hit
Straight out the dungeon pits, my sharp fatal sting pierce inflicts the
Punishment
We run sh*t, from Compton, Long Beach, Watts, up north, Sac' down to the Bay
n*ggas step in my way, you get hit wit the "K"
[Hook/Chorus 2X]
[Outro: Doc Doom]
We banged out, banged out, n*gga...