Keep Bangin' - Nems

Uhh, y’all motherfuckers kill me B

Talkin gangster, when the truth of the matter is

You ain’t a murderer, you ain’t a thug, you ain’t a burglar

What they call you?

I never heard of ya

Probably a perjurer;

met your Mom Dukes and now I’m servin her

What they call you?

I never heard of ya

Listen fam-a-lam, you won’t see my hammer jam

When it hits you niggas seein your stomach like sonograms

Damn!

Understand, I’m the motherfuckin man bitch

Leave you fucked up like a tomato soup sandwich

Cast his whole damn clique, right in between the smacks

You straight pussy nigga, go get your bikini wax

Bitches I be with — straight fly like venus traps

Been live for a minute, but now the king is back

So basically, when I say, you die

Cause when the goonies come you’ll cop please like «HEY YOU GUYS»

Smokin haze in that smoke gray new 5

Can’t see me cause the AK shoots eyes

And I, and I, demand some respect

Black bandana over the face, holdin the tec

Don’t worry told ya it’d be over in a sec

When you catch this whole round in your shoulder and your neck

(Keep bangin!) You ain’t a murderer, you ain’t a thug, you ain’t a burglar

What they call you?

I never heard of ya

You, probably a perjurer;

you girl was at my show, now I’m hurtin her

What they call you?

I never heard of ya

(Keep bangin!) You ain’t a murderer, you ain’t a thug, you ain’t a burglar

What they call you?

I never heard of ya

You, probably a perjurer;

met you last week, my man was herbin ya

What they call you?

I never heard of ya

(Keep bangin!)

When it’s crunch time, niggas don’t want mine

I’m in a class by myself like the teacher during lunch time

Take out your whole squad with one line

Cause my niggas don’t rap, but you can hear they gun rhyme

Catch you by the knife, you won’t make it to the sunshine

Catch you by the light, steal your watch, take your son’s shine

Niggas like you be callin up one time

Youse a lil' nigga, I’ll knock you out with a punch-line

After that I’ll hit yo' chick with the fatty

In yo' crib wit’cho kid askin if I’m his daddy

I told the lil' faggot «NAH, but a G is in the place»

Rolled up the Garcia Vega, blew the weed all in his face

I guess he caught a contact, pissin in his bed

While his mother’s in the next room, deliverin the head

You the type of nigga that be snitchin to the feds

Call my gun No. 2 cause it hits you with the lead

(Keep bangin!) You ain’t a murderer, you ain’t a thug, you ain’t a burglar

What they call you?

I never heard of ya

You, probably a perjurer;

met your Mom Dukes and now I’m servin her

What they call you?

I never heard of ya

(Keep bangin!) You ain’t a murderer, you ain’t a thug, you ain’t a burglar

What they call you?

I never heard of ya

You, probably a perjurer;

you girl was at my show, now I’m hurtin her

What they call you?

I never heard of ya

(Keep bangin!)

Keep bangin

Motherfuckin Fuck Your Life, nigga

Murder festival, yeah

Uh-huh (kee-kee-kee, keep bangin)