Текст (слова) песни: Ant Banks f Mr. Ill, Rappin` Ron, Gangst - Bay Area Massacre

 
It`s the Bayside (Massacre) 
	The Bayside (Massacre) On and on and on (Repeat 2x) 
 
[Mr. Ill] 
I was missing from my christening 
Chewing on my writing pen persuing the enlightenment 
To tighten nitwit game and lighten dim lit brains 
The Rebirth, shit, I`m off the hook now 
You see dirt through these terse, you will get shook pal 
But look how children, be on some other shit 
When the brother split, he coming back double grip 
Bubble fit (Now) Bola (How?) Up off that cola 
(Wow) Yo I done told ya (Blow) His life is over 
Treachery is out to get with me, mental telepathy is saving me 
I wear it like a badge of bravery, for safe haven see 
Cause the grave in me calling me, but I ain`t falling, G 
They come in walls of three, I let `em all have heat 
I`m a let you know, check your testicles 
Bet you`re skeptical, with the letting go and wet you slow 
And your ho, she gets some too, see your crew get run through 
For you to undo, is like a llama learning kung fu 
Drama`s what I run you, mama`s what you`ll run to 
I`m a go on and dump you and make you something to slum to 
Chump you forgot to ask him, I got that platinum 
Jump you, I bag and burn him, and bad ones learn from 
Desert tongues get stripped out, if you gonna jump ship shout 
You flipped out, then get clout, but that`s not what this shit`s bout 
You salting my name, halting my fame, faulting my game 
Niggas know I bring assault like the same 
 
	It`s the Bayside (Massacre) 
	The Bayside (Massacre) On and on and on (Repeat 2x) 
 
[Rappin` Ron] 
Fuck you bitch, I fish to fuck you quick 
And what you get, is no props, I`m blowing up your whole block 
It don`t stop, I`m on top of this going down 
Nigga peep Ron flow, the lawn mower`s mowing now 
And nigga I`m about to cut your grass 
Smash the gas, hit the block, adjust the mask and bust your ass 
Fuck the past, focus on the present tense 
With president and no paraphenalia or evidence 
I`m heaven-sent but never repent so I won`t make it back 
But if I go tell, fuck it, I might as well take a strap 
As I bail through hell`s deepest dungeon 
I plunge in the fire pit, to see if I die quick 
Or if I get ressurrected and reincarnated 
And when motherfuckers look to check, double R made it 
Rappin` Ron, sending busters to trapping john 
Blowing up so much shit niggas swore that I just got back from Nam 
Bombs drop when Ron cocks nine glocks 
And when the time`s hot my nine pops non-stop 
So nigga why not bust a shot and leave fools dead 
Cause fool I got chops and glocks in my toolshed 
Who said that you fled and Ron never stomped ya? 
Nigga, I`m a monster, you know Ron can conquer 
I`m the rawest flawless, Diddley Dog is the tallest 
And I`m the shortest, but notice that I flow this 
You`re bogus, you can`t get me, hit me or fuck with me 
The shit be bumping, it`s just me and Ant Diddley 
Dumping, pumping, swelling fools` heads like a pumpkin 
And my assumption is that you`ll be shorter than a munchkin 
The rhyme carrier, breaking the barrier and blasting ya 
And dogging you like a terrier on the Bay Area Massacre 
 
	It`s the Bayside (Massacre) 
	The Bayside (Massacre) On and on and on (Repeat 2x) 
 
[Gangsta P] 
Meet this gangsta nigga worser than Charles Manson 
AK in my motherfucking hand, I`m demanding 
Niggas who grab the mic and perpetrate this rap game, time to dust ya 
SNV soldier firm like they should`ve told ya, now it`s slaughter 
Triple-6 thoughts got me caught up like Anita in the rapture 
When I capture, ain`t no escaping you bastards 
Bow down to the devil taker, bodybag zipper creep 
Made can`t another nigga fade a 
Flow like I flow, eastside O 
Homicidal face-to-face, do you like `em detrimental? 
Flipping the script on my own shit 
Disrespecting, you going to feel 50 from this fucking clip, bitch 
Pray for holy water cause I gotcha 
On this Bay Area massacre 
 
	It`s the Bayside (Massacre) 
	The Bayside (Massacre) On and on and on (Repeat 2x) 
 
[Ant Banks] 
I get around like a carousel 
So ain`t no motherfucker similar, equal, or either parallel 
It`s no equivalent, so nigga don`t be ignorant 
But different, cause what the nigga meant was insignificant 
A ligament is what I`m finna breaking then I wake is what I hit em with 
I make the nigga shake then penetrate 
And yeah I did the shit, for all you suckers and cluckers 
And motherfuckers causing ruckus, and bustas who think they hustlers 
What`s this world coming to? Crews is what I`m running through 
You`re tumbling, wondering, what the fuck I done to you 
Cause one or two, I`m coming through, three or four, we can throw 
But five six seven and eight, you gonna go to hell and wait 
Until I get there, shit yeah, then it`s gonna be on 
Catch the homies come then he gone, if he would have only known 
I ain`t to be fucked with, nigga I`m willing to buck shit 
Them niggas be rushing and bucking 
I still be ducking and fucking `em up quick 
 
	It`s the Bayside (Massacre) 
	The Bayside (Massacre) On and on and on (Repeat 2x) 
 
[Jock] 
Big fat dick out to you side busting, ho trusting ass 
motherfuckers out there, you know what I`m saying? 
Us East Bay niggas ain`t trusting no hoes 
Before we trust a bitch we suck 1000 clapping dicks 
and swim through liquid shit 
A bitch ain`t nothing but a sympathetic wreck 
All she fall to the toilet and break her motherfucking neck 
Bitch, back on up and recognize young Jock for the 95 or 96 
Coming dope for my nigga Ant Banks, you know what I`m saying? 
He ain`t bullshitting with you motherfuckers out here 
115 Subrandy Park til I die, bitch
 

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