Lyrics:

Bang Ta Dis lyrics
* originally from 'What's the Worst That Could Happen?' soundtrack

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

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

[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]