Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bang Ta Dis, artist - Benzino. Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Song language: English
Bang Ta Dis |
| Hangmen 3 |
| Runnin off topic |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Cuz 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 |
| 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 |