Artist: DJ Premier f/ Blaq Poet Album: Get Used To Us Song: Bang Dis Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Verse One] Yo! Oh no, here I go again, It's Blaq Po' again Niggas hopin and prayin that I, just, throe it in But, I can't stop I won't stop I'm too thoro Plus, none of y'all niggas can give me any trouble Yo dun! You outdid yourself, these niggas kid theyself It's over for y'all niggas, when this shit hit the shelf You want hardcore here it is Twenty four seven Year Round like motherfuckin Bill and Fizz!!! 280, 6'1, black as fuck And I still ain't fightin fair, nigga keep the back 'em up! The game is out of order, niggas don't got direction Don't worry y'all I got this, bang me in every project Got it locked down, North, South, East to West On some real nigga shit y'all niggas know, Preme's the best Don't even try to fight it, don't start a fuckin riot I take the microphone and deep fry it keep quiet And as for drama nigga, don't even go there Attack you with no fair, look in my eyes I don't care Everybody builidin up, for a gang fight Blackjacks, big gat, motherfuckin chains, knives I know you sayin damn this bastard can flow Y'all motherfuckers must be orphans, the last ones to know [Chorus] Bang this! Bang this! Motherfucker bang this! Take a slit wrist, I make ya famous Bang this! Bang this! Motherfucker bang this! If you postin on the strip, if you coastin in the whip Bang this! Bang this! Motherfucker it's the shit! When you high as a kite, and drunk with your click Bang this! Bang this! Bang this motherfucker bang this!!! [Verse Two] I turn on my radio, I cover my ears I can't have it Where the fuck is Red Alert?!!! Where the fuck is Mr. Magic?!!! SHIT!!! I guess I got to get with the times My mindstate is '88, but my style is '09 I'm sick with the rhymes like, niggas sniffin some lines Motherfuckers can't rap, gotta stick with the crimes Bang this! Got nothin to hide I'm shameless A wild fuckin animal you can't tame this Ol' E guzzler, gats with the muffler Stay on the grind, I'm a lifetime hustler And I'm a back up, every fuckin word Leave you on the curve all fucked up, ya heard?! Bang this! Motherfuck them bird niggas!!! On the real, you know how bad I'll hurt niggas Blaq Poet!!! Yeah I'm poppin mad shit It's in my blood, I'mon some really bad shit Ain't nothin funny, I got Dumb Dumbs for dmmies I'm a O.G., but I'm gettin that new money This is a dead end, one way Let's gun talk, gun play, everybody gotta go one day All that bullshit, goes to the top I'm like the cookie at the bottom of the pot NIGGA BANG THIS!!!