This right here is considered a banger. Delivered with anger, your life is in danger. Beware them strangers, holdin' them flamers. Them niggas with swagger, cause they keep it gangster. Let's face it, I play ***. Your *** is basic, my *** is matrix. Make you erased. Won't say ***, but DJ's you ain't ***. Cause you don't play ***, unless it's that gangsta. And I'm straight off the slave ship. My style is ancient. I'm rich and I'm famous. I'm armed, I'm dangerous. I came with that language. It's mad, it's brainless. You studied at Cambridge. I'm your man. Plus my Ebonics is full of gin and tonic. Erotic? Yeah, you got it. Hypnotic? Plus psychotic. After 9-11, got patriotic. On 9-12, I'm like, play the chronic. Call 9-11, then call your reverend, then call heaven. Here I come, Lord. Live by the gun, die by the gun. An eye for an eye, when you're living, die by the sword. This right here is considered a banger. Delivered with anger, your life is in danger. Beware them strangers, holding them flamers. Them niggas with swagger, cause they keep it gangsta. Now it's the morning after the night, I just rolled. 9-11 ain't an area code, it's a gangsta mode. And I'm still in amazement on how I put it down. Empty round after round, rat-tat-tat was the sound. Now understand the situation, it was urgent. We handled this emergency urgently. I can't just have no *** out there just working me, jerking me, talking all kind of ***, bashing dirt on me. He was a local, shiesty, and didn't want to pay up. So I got dressed in all black and loaded the K up. And all I could think about is revenge as I lit the J up. And even though it was late night, I still *** this whole day up. It was child's play, the youngster took me for a joke. Not knowing Mac a maniac, and I love the gun smoke. Made sparks from my barrels, flew through his apparel. Stupid ***, lost his grip over the narrow. Call 9-11, then call your reverend, then call heaven. Here I come, Lord. Live by the gun, die by the gun. An eye for an eye when you're living, die by the horn. This right here is considered a banger. Delivered with anger, your life is in danger. Beware them strangers, holding them flamers. Them niggers with swagger, cause they keep It ain't safe no more. I swear on everything I love. My hood, my mama, my soul, this ***, dub, this horn, I bang. I crank like PCP to the brain. It's like Charon in my vein. White lightning, I'm slipping, snickering, slipping and clipping. Like a fiend, I tremble, shivering. Upload your domes to smithereens. Active, no actor. Starch creep swagger. Harder than Viagra. Dubs push your wig backwards. Connect alumni, but the gun high. Blood's eclipsing when we touch down. We turn tits to the gossip script. Squeeze lead till they all dead. Cause I'm *** up in the can and I'm sober, whether she in blue or all red. The industry most hated. Get at us, we ready. Dub Mac and Cube like Saddam. Bin Laden and OJ get a Chevy. Back again. Mama, there go that man again. *** the gun, don't one, call 911. This right here is considered a banger. Delivered with anger, your life is in danger. Beware them strangers, holding them flamers. Them niggers with swagger, cause they keep it gangster.