Six Mil - Banged Out lyrics

[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** wit us n***as wanna f** wit the Knights You don't wanna f** wit me Me and my n***as stay banged out for life [Chorus: Doc Doom] We banged out, gun shots rang out, we hang out Long Beach, Compton, n***as'll blow ya brains out Way out, who's in the house? Wu-Tang, Black Knights, the West Coast k**a Bee Gang [Crisis] Flow marvelous, born fatherless, street scientist Slash pharmacist, mic arsonist, spit hot sh** that rock sh** 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***as 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**h, when n***as don't budge And start spittin' out slugs, immediately, I guarantee it'll to be A ma**acre, 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 an*lyze 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***as bore me, wit all ya tough talk and war stories Comedian M.C.'s wit more jokes than Joe Torre Real n***as 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***a on my sh**-list My hit-list, my rest-in-piss-list, dare you to diss this Gang, I claim, Black Knights and get that a** beat You n***as is worst then b**hes these days, if you ask me Flippin' the scripts, snitchin' and sh** What's that all about, n***a, I ought to put this f**in' gun in ya mouth And blow ya brains out, snitches get k**ed 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***as 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***a, I been pushin' the line So much jackin' I should of gone blind, it's Black m**m on mind Overdosed, overdrive, override Who do the most? Who keep it live? You know the coast, you know the side Where n***as low-ride, bring drama and slang rocks I hang wit Compton and Long Beach n***as but bang Watts And got seventeen shots, and ain't a spot I don't stay heated in Peace to my n***as 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** that's started riots in the county [RuggedMonk] Monk stay in the streets, lay low He creep slow wit a slow bop Patrol cops, hara**, 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** 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**, from Compton, Long Beach, Watts, up north, Sac' down to the Bay n***as step in my way, you get hit wit the "K" [Hook/Chorus 2X] [Outro: Doc Doom] We banged out, banged out, n***a...