Yeah, yeah, banged out
Black Knights, yeah banged out (not us)

Gunshots rang out, rang out (yeah)
Why, why, why, uh



You don't wanna $#&@ wit us
^!$$%s wanna $#&@ wit the Knights

You don't wanna $#&@ wit me
Me and my ^!$$%s stay banged out for life



We banged out, gun shots rang out, we hang out
Long Beach, Compton, ^!$$%s'll blow ya brains out

Way out, who's in the house?
Wu-Tang, Black Knights, the West Coast Killa Bee Gang



Flow marvelous, born fatherless, street scientist
Slash pharmacist, mic arsonist, spit hot %#@! that rock %#@!

Harder than the aftershock, spaz a lot
Rob you wit a mask or not, cold crash ya spot
Yo, who got it locked, Black Knights, ^!$$%s best act like

They heard, if they didn't, all be spittin' up half-pints
of blood, steppin' to us, thinkin' you thug
Then turned (*##$, when ^!$$%s don't budge

And start spittin' out slugs, immediately, I guarantee it'll to be
A massacre, splashin' ya, hollow tips, bashin' ya
Wide open, exposin' ya dome piece, get off Long Beach

The chrome heat, roll deep and don't sleep
Stay low key, I play the cut, drunk, eyes halfway shut
Heat tucked, big barrel brushin' my nuts

I'm no joke, so !@#^yze the words that I quote
It's like I brush my teeth wit !@%!e, every time I speak, it's dope






You corny ^!$$%s bore me, wit all ya tough talk and war stories
Comedian M.C.'s wit more jokes than Joe Torre
Real ^!$$%s support me, cuz real recognize real

When I should be under the jail for the caps that I pealed
But cops can't catch me, Mr. Flossy-Flossy in a Lexy
Two thou', Jeep style, my gear dip freshly

Come test me, you be another ^!$$% on my %#@!-list
My hit-list, my rest-in-piss-list, dare you to diss this
Gang, I claim, Black Knights and get that $$# beat

You ^!$$%s is worst then (*##$es these days, if you ask me
Flippin' the scripts, snitchin' and %#@!
What's that all about, ^!$$%, I ought to put this $#&@in' gun in ya mouth

And blow ya brains out, snitches get killed where I hang out
Everybody and they momma out here is banged out
From Compton and Compton don't raise no rats

We raised to scrap, raised up to blaze the gat
Like World War III, that's why I keep my guns off safety
It ain't safe in these streets, I know ^!$$%s that hate me

Faithfully, just waitin' for the day to erase me
That makes me, get the gat and react hasty






I speak of a cracker like a pin cushion and grind
^!$$%, I been pushin' the line
So much jackin' I should of gone blind, it's Black Muslim on mind

Overdosed, overdrive, override
Who do the most? Who keep it live? You know the coast, you know the side
Where ^!$$%s low-ride, bring drama and slang rocks

I hang wit Compton and Long Beach ^!$$%s but bang Watts
And got seventeen shots, and ain't a spot I don't stay heated in
Peace to my ^!$$%s in the pen, who ain't never gon' see the street again

I spent a lifetime on the bottom, repped it good
In the midst of this modern day, Gamorrah, inside I kept it hood
Stood my ground, kept quiet til the Black Knights found me

Now we bangin' the kind of %#@! that's started riots in the county


Monk stay in the streets, lay low
He creep slow wit a slow bop

Patrol cops, harass, tryin' to find cracks and weed-bag
Stashed in the cutter, Compton up, who off the hook
Stay banged out, in spots, where shots rang out
From past beef, do dirt, you stole, wear heats
Down back streets, armed beats cruisers on mountain bikes

This the Knights, $#&@ you un-alikes, you stagnate, stuck wit no hope
We make bricks, hit after hits
Straight out the dungeon pit, my sharp fatal sting picture flicks to
punishment
We run %#@!, from Compton, Long Beach, Watts, up north, Sac' down to the Bay

^!$$%s step in my way, you get hit wit the "K"





We banged out, banged out, ^!$$%...