Do Or Die-Ant Banks

Mmhhmm I'm keepin' motherf**kers guessin' That's right It's a blessing so let me speak and teach a lesson I run deep and freak on streets, I keep 'em guessin' I'm flexin' when I hit the Hennessy Then I see the enemy Pretender think that he know my identity But ni**a that's a penalty so here we go again You think you know what I'm foldin' Cause what I'm rollin' in Well I don't give a f**k ni**a I was in the cut While you was up at my spot tryin' to peep what I got Why not bust a shot when I was ridin' you was mad And see me in the bucket and thought I was doin' bad Thinkin' that I was broke but you can peep and goin' wonder But little did you know that I was creepin' on the under Goin' yonder now you dumber cause your number has been pulled You fool cause that sh*t you thought you knew was bull At this beef where you at see I'm speakin' the facts So forget that chit-chat cause it's deeper than that And I'm keepin' a Gat and let my Tecs blast quick So why the f**k you sittin' back stressin' of the next man's sh*t Cause I'm the f**kin' one and only And you busters can't get on me You're in danger you don't know me I'm a stranger not your homie You know f**k ya'll don't know about me But check it out Run up on this fool and get your head split And if you don't know You better ask somebody you'd better ask somebody That's right Niggas wanna trip I'm hard to the bone They all on my dick so let's get it goin' on Dressed up in these street clothes I'm ready to beat hos this game is lethal I'm sellin' rocks tryin' to move up to sellin' kilos But these hoes and negros Be tryin' to stop my progress But when you're in my way You's just the victim I'ma rob next And it's a terrible thang I gotta f**k up your crew And have you goin' thru unbearable pain I'm in the game and they claim that I'm on the run I own a gun 16 shots bust up on this one Yeah motherf**kers I'm the one With beats from the streets So don't talk that sh*t and be scared to come to me I know them punk a** niggas be jockin' my flows But when I turn my back they just yap like some gossippin' hoes I guess I ain't got no true friends but I got a few wins To pay for paint and put this AMG's on my new Benz Them jealous niggas steady guessin' and wonderin' Tryin' to catch up but stuck stressin' and wonderin' I'm never stumblin' just bundlin' up my cash I gotta last so I don't give a f**k to blast My mind be havin' sinister thoughts I guess it's because I always mug when the ministers talk I'm heavy-weightin' capable to breakin' a fool's neck So quit tryin' to figure out what this ni**a gon do next I ain't sleepin' I'm just creepin' I just lurks in the dark I'm that ni**a Ant Banks With beats burps and them farts But niggas wanna start flashin' and trippin' on my lifestyle Cause I'm makin' cash and they a** stuck up on a pipe now I write down facts so the saps think that I'm dissin' But listen guess this is just an addiction for non-fiction And niggas break on the tracks and fat tapes That Max makes so homie wait and get your fact straight But act fake and end up bendin' from back brakes A busted head, a broken leg and a cracked face I can't let him live Crashed up his ribs with my body blows I got him froze tremblin' cold with his snotty nose You chose not to have a hustle now you desirin' mines Tryin' to find out my mix but I got those clips for inquirin' minds Them tirin' lines I'm hearin' ain't phasin' me I was raised a G and that's what I'm paid to be So f**k them suckers with them false accusations Lookin' for my location tryin' to stop my operation You wastin' time cause a Nine is my protection Get off my dick flexin' and keep on guessin' Ni**a, you know what I'm sayin' You can't f**k with this here