Bang!!! - Killer Mike

Yeah, motherfucker I’m back from the dead

Driving like a bat out of hell in a red

Caprice classic, I spit acid

I don’t rap ringtones, I flow classics

I am dirty south hip-hop, what’s happening?

True shit talking, you ain’t into battling

You know I let the gun go like a gatling

Favorite fucking rappers I am embarrassing

God in the building, nigga, ain’t no comparison

I don’t need swagger, I’m just arrogant

Martin Luther King Drive made me this way

And I’ve been real G before Atlanta went gay

I’m down by law, what more can I say?

Got a new AK, a new Chevorlet

Now which fuck boy on the block wanna play?

I’m the best fucking rapper you will find in the A

Grind Time Rap Gang, they’re those guys

The truth and the whole truth, they don’t lie

They just do (do), do (do), they don’t try

And if anybody had a problem, they gonna ride

Like bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang

Sidekicks hate, they don’t wanna see me conquer

Fired my boss, I don’t need no sponsor

Truck jewelry got me looking tough like Tonka

Robber try to touch, lose his arm like in Rwanda

In the concrete jungle, you prey or a hunter

When you kill a nigga, they say his soul haunts ya

I’d rather sleep with a ghost than sleep with the fish

Be judged by twelve, than carried by six

Rapper, walk like a man, and ride a nigga dick

Forty-five got the king size jeans on sag

Don’t make me put another skull & cross on the flag

Grind Time Rap Gang rep that flag

Bang bang bang, the mack on your ass

Charging with the hemi going vroom vroom fast

Head full of smoke every packet got cash

No love for the haters you can kiss my ass

Leader of the Grind Time get money Rap Gang

Dope-ass flows, lyrically, I’m cocaine

Dope dick for the bitches, dope lyrics for the dope mang

King Kong is the beast man, no cage, no chain

Top of the world, white girl in my left hand

Some monkey-ass niggas better hear me, clearly

Any mother fucker ain’t rappin' payin' dearly

I’m talking weekly, monthly, yearly

Until you punk motherfuckers learn to fear me

I’m on some G shit;

I’ve got a G card

I hit a nigga head, leave his ass a retard

I have his momma saying «No, take me lord!»

Preacher in the pulpit, the choir sings

And on the first row a momma cries and leans

The young fella had to die, it’s a goddamn shame

But it’s Grind Time Rap Gang, bang bang bang