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bangin' - t-rock lyrics

[intro]
the whole hood bangin’ (bangin’), bangin’ (bangin’), bangin’ (bangin’), bangin’ (bangin’)

[chorus]
i remember when the atl wasn’t bangin’
now they bangin’ (bangin’), bangin’ (bangin’), bangin’ (bangin’), bangin’ (bangin’)
n*ggas throwing sets and them bullets start ringin’
b*tch, it’s banging (bangin’), bangin’ (bangin’), bangin’ (bangin’), bangin’ (bangin’)
i remember when the atl wasn’t bangin’
now they bangin’ (bangin’), bangin’ (bangin’), bangin’ (bangin’), bangin’ (bangin’)
n*ggas throwing sets and them bullets start ringin’
like bang bang (yeah, ho), bang, bang
b*tch n*gga bang bang (yeah, ho), bang, bang ho

[verse 1]
i’m in the coupe, smoking on weed like i’m snoop
madder than pac off of juice, i got the juice
f*ck if my enemies like it or not, ain’t no blocking the truth (yeah, ho)
i’m out the roof with my ak like i’m malcolm i’m ready to c*ck it and shoot (braagh)
this information is simple for n*ggas who dumb and don’t really know how to compute (what?)
i ain’t got problems with n*ggas who bloodin’ and crippin’ but homie, i do know this (yeah)
young n*ggas look at your life and they wanna be in it but really they don’t know sh*t (nope, nope, nope, nope)
on that dolo sh*t, solo dolo b*tch, mentally oh so sick
i got everything needed, i’m ready, if not it is something my hoe gon’ get (what)
when will n*ggas learn it’s on? all my life i stood alone
don’t be joining cliques because you scared to fight and hold your own
5*1 still f*ck with me, i don’t give a f*ck what rappers gone (b*tch)
n*ggas know i don’t sl!ck diss, if i came at you you’d be gone, b*tch
[chorus]
i remember when the atl wasn’t bangin’
now they bangin’ (bangin’), bangin’ (bangin’), bangin’ (bangin’), bangin’ (bangin’)
n*ggas throwing sets and them bullets start ringin’
b*tch, it’s banging (bangin’), bangin’ (bangin’), bangin’ (bangin’), bangin’ (bangin’)
i remember when the atl wasn’t bangin’
now they bangin’ (bangin’), bangin’ (bangin’), bangin’ (bangin’), bangin’ (bangin’)
n*ggas throwing sets and them bullets start ringin’
like bang bang (yeah, ho), bang, bang
b*tch n*gga bang bang (yeah, ho), bang, bang ho

[verse 2]
twenty*four seven i’m smokin’ and drinkin’ b*tch, i keep the fire (fire, fire, fire)
really, i wanna be sober but i hate to see the world high (high, high, high)
suckers don’t know sh*t about the world thinkin’ they got a third eye (nope, nope, nope)
you can’t tell a n*gga sh*t ’bout nothing but when he get murdered we cry (cry, cry, cry)
that sh*t is old, some of you n*ggas saying that your leaders are following hoes
you got the blind tryna lead the blind, we in a position with nowhere to go
throwing them gang signs but them n*ggas abandoned you after you go up the road (huh)
get an interrogation with a dirty harry, he gon’ turn your friend into a foe
whitey been doing this sh*t to manipulate n*ggas for centuries, that’s the fire (ugh)
they know we came in and it really exists and they scared of another black messiah
that’s that hustle over yo head sh*t, plot to k!ll you dead sh*t
think about a matrix you envision ‘fore you fail b*tch

- t rock lyrics

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