Bang Ta Dis Lyrics - The Benzino Project - Benzino

Oh (I dont' know what they thought) 

Hangmen 3 

Runnin off topic 

[Chorus] 

Aiyyo, stop what ya doin and bang ta dis 

Put ya glass down and grab a chick 

Don't even think you can hang with this 

Bitch-ass niggas can't hang with this 

Blunts, bitches, clips, guns 

Bars, bricks, whips, funds [4x] 

[Benzino] 

Come to think about it we ain't ordinary men 

You think you immortal, my dogs ain't sleepin 

Run through ya crib at 6 in the evenin 

10 o'clock news, front page section 

Count all the votes, Benzino's been elected 

Most dangerous, most violent 

My killers always move in silence 

Put 'dro in a blunt, twist it up 

Put fo' in ya gut, twist you up 

You ain't heard, not guilty's the verdict 

I paint a clear picture, you spit with no vision 

I spit viscious, we all in position 

Check a nigga history, you better ask around 

Rap's greatest mystery 

This is for my real dog niggas, incarcerated tears 

Niggas all in tears, throw it up 

[Chorus] 

Aiyyo, stop what ya doin and bang ta dis 

Put ya glass down and grab a chick 

Don't even think you can hang with this 

Bitch-ass niggas can't hang with this 

Blunts, bitches, clips, guns 

Bars, bricks, whips, funds [4x] 

[Benzino] 

Sky's the limit, long as my heart pump I'll be in it 

'Til I overcome, finally win it 

Used to hit the street hard 

Hustle like time was endin, and I'm not pretendin 

I choose my own destiny 

And can't nobody get the best of me 

And half y'all niggas can't get next to me 

Y'all ain't strong enough to question me 

'cause ain't no tellin when it's time to go to war 

Specially when niggas don't bang no more 

Fake-ass rappers should cut and take ten 

You act like you can't get laid in coffin 

You act like niggas get play from Boston 

Never underestimate it too often 

Smoke hash just to ease the pain 

And keep stayin focused on gettin payed 

Still searchin in my soul for the answers 

Askin God why I'm gettin these chances 

Home Boston, we harm if we hungry 

Fight if we starvin, I'll die for this money 

[Chorus] 2x 

Aiyyo, stop what ya doin and bang ta dis 

Put ya glass down and grab a chick 

Don't even think you can hang with this 

Bitch-ass niggas can't hang with this 

Blunts, bitches, clips, guns 

Bars, bricks, whips, funds [4x]