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(feat. Mr. Ill, Rappin' Ron, Gangsta P, Jock) It's the Bayside (Massacre) The Bayside (Massacre) On and on and on [x2] [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 Letras de cancionesChump 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 [x2] [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 [x2] [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 [x2] [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 [x2] [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 From Letras Mania