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Packin' a Gun Song Lyrics

Ant Banks
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Packin' a Gun [sample:]
"Never leave the pad without packin a gun" -> [Eazy-E {*1}]

Let me drop it on the one, heheh
Real smooth youknowhatI'msayin?

[Chorus: unknown singers]

If you think this sh*t is funky
Don't be a punk, nigga, just get in the groove {*1}
And if you think this sh*t is funky
Don't be a punk, nigga, let it get into you

[Ant Banks]
Yeah, check it
Well let me hit it like this, fool Ant Banks is back
Still comin way tight, straight gangsta mack
You see the b**ches know I'm loaded, smooth as a poet
Droppin sh*t like a pigeon just to let you suckers know it's
the grip that I clock that makes the hoes jock
And niggaz get to trippin, and talkin hella sh*t and
don't you know your bluffin ain't enough you see
that all you mark motherf**kers can't f**k with me
So bring it on cause I got somethin for ya
Mac-10 strong, smoke that ass like doja
Break that ass off, until I leave yo' ass broke
I'm icin like Tyson boy I ain't no joke
A lot of niggaz now think they made of steel
Too tough to get took, and that's for real
But let me tell you like $hort nigga, that's your life
Cause niggaz I know get took every night
Tryin to show out and look good for the hoes
But everybody knows how the story goes...

The b**ches ain't sh*t cause they all into gafflin
Break a hoe jaw, and I might start laughin

That's how it is so you better play it safe
and get you a gat in a smooth ass place
And you will never trip when you're tryin to have fun
But nigga you should {*1}



Slap the hand *boom boom*
Put a cap smooth in that ass
I want you to just slap the hand *boom*

[Ant Banks]
Late night trippin on a Saturday night
Hangin at the Uptown, hoes is tight
Thinkin to myself, "Yeah I'm finsta make a come-up"
I'm doin the first tramp b**ch that wanna run up
Seen a little tight one, the b**ch said, "Hey!"
Rushed that ass to the store and got the Tanqueray
Pulled over to the side, now I'm cold on the mission
Threw the b**ch in the back and put that ass in position
Baby broke me off, OOH somethin kinda proper
b**ch was so tight, I didn't wanna stop her
Now a nigga trippin, sippin on gin
Drunk as f**k, and out comes her boyfriend!
Time to call it quits, cause the fool might trip
But the nigga shoulda known that a b**ch ain't sh*t
He reached for the do', now I got him in focus
.380 on that ass, now his life is like hopeless
All over one little stupid dookie b**ch
with a funky ass cock and some juicy ass lips
But I never trip when I'm tryin to have
Yeah nigga now I {*1}



Slap the hand [boom boom]
Put a cap smooth in that ass
I want you to just slap the hand *boom*

[Ant Banks]
Yeahhhahhh, much props to the motherf**kin
Dangerous Crew nigga

[Chorus 1/2, - {*1}]
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Song title Artist name
Nigga Gots No Heart Spice 1
Str8 Up Menace MC Eiht (from Compton's Most Wanted)
Packin' a Gun Ant Banks
Top of the World Top of the World Video add Kenya Gruv
Only the Strong Survive Too $hort
All Over a Ho All Over a Ho Video add Mz. Kilo
Guerillas Ain't Gangstas Da Lench Mob
You Been Played You Been Played Video add Smooth
Lick Dem Muthaphukaz Brand Nubian
Death Becomes You Death Becomes You Video add Pete Rock and CL Smooth
Unconditional Love Hi-Five
'P' is Still Free KRS-One
Stop Lookin' at Me The Cutthroats f/ Guru
Pocket Full of Stones Underground Kings
Trigga Gots No Heart Spice 1

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