Well I'm a fire this sh** up like dank
And let the whole town know what's up with me and Ant Banks
Another n***a turned traitor
He wanna be a rapper, fool stick to the crossfader
Get on the radio and bad-mouth Pooh
But you know damn well you can't f** with my crew
f** you n***a, your tape gets the eject
The pranksta gangsta, I can't relate
Yeah you Sittin' on Somethin' Phat, it's your head
They wanted real sh**, so they bought my tape instead
Bootsy-a** busta, motherf**er
So what's up with the kid from the gutter
f** around and make Dangerous a sacred place
Producing them fake-a** tapes
And you wanna call me deadweight?
f** around and have the whole Dangerous Crew at your wake
Nah, I'm a catch you on the late night
And jack you for your folk, at a stop light
Or rub up on your a** at Denny's
And have them Mac-10 shells dropping good and plenty
Now you can keep your punk a** sh**
But how did you go out? You went out like a b**h
Now I'm gonna smoke your a** like buddha
And all you motherf**ers, I'm a bring it to ya Fake a**, busta-a** n***a, goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off
Now the sh**'s like a war
Them mark-a** n***as don't want trouble (Repeat 2x) Goddamn, it's the second verse
And it seems that sh** done got worse
Now I gotta get bad on a trick
Not you Banks, but that other b**h
Now you should stop and listen
While I'm bouts to go on a motherf**ing mission
Yeah punk, I heard your tape
And as far as I'm concerned, the sh** was fake
Damn you's a borderline b**h
As far as getting p**y, fool, you getting dick
Now tell me how that sound
Sounds like another n***a from Dangerous getting beat down
Now you wanna f** with me, right?
Toe to toe in the alley in the middle of the night
And watch me mop that a**
And have 'em draw a chalk line around your b**h a**
But you know you ain't careful, trick
Remember on true when you got the burning dick?
But that's how I'm gon' do ya
Fire up the dank, n***a, cause I'm a bring it to ya Fake a**, busta-a** n***a, goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off
Now the sh**'s like a war
Them mark-a** n***as don't want trouble (Repeat 2x) n***as say "Pooh-Man, why you clowning?"
Cause I'm tired of my motherf**ing surroundings
Fools tried to tame but they can't
See I'm from the gutter, and straight f**ing with dank
So I got tried of n***as picking my cash
So I got smart, and I left they punk a**
See all of that's real, I got my fill
And all my motherf**ing dollar bills
So f** everything they say
And the shiesty games those punk motherf**ers play
Fat mad at me cause I got a hit
Stop running your mouth, you sorry son of a b**h
And I might wanna use your mom for a Late Night f**
But I'm only out to get my dick s**ed
So f** what you're stressing
When I left the Dangerous Crew, it was a blessing
And oh brother wait, who the f** is Banks?
Nobody knew ya til "f**ing With Dank"
So for all you n***as, screw ya
f** you motherf**ers, cause I'm a bring it to ya Fake a**, busta-a** n***a, goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off
Now the sh**'s like a war
Them mark-a** n***as don't want trouble (Repeat til fade)