Niggas Don’t Bang Like They Used To

[Chorus: Twin Loc x3]:
Niggas don't bang like they used to!
Ba-ba-bang!
Ba-ba-bang like they used to!

All Stars, (?) pieces, khakis and linen

[Verse 1: Twin Loc]:
Now I was raised in this C shit, laced on ghetto baby
Ain't a damn thang changed since my first quarter raised me
At the age o' 8, daddy was gon' straight flea
Left my momma all alone with 5 mouths to feed
Ghetto dreams I picced up to be rich
Just like them gangstas and pimps
So I sold weed, and ran with MY click
On the streets I saved a few, tryna survive
Through the heartaches, the pain, baccstabbin' and true lies

[Verse 2: Big Freeze]:
I could remember when I was young, my brain wasn't like this
I was calm, cool and collected those days (Haha)
I since, now I'm hot-headed quicc, to blast, steppin' like, wild
Leave yo' hood look like a scene from the O.K. Corral
Except this B thang over(?) when you ain't ridin' no cells
Just dolos, daysos, with penny and gun battles (Booyah!)
And tryna keep the hood showed up, like the big G's
YLC's, doin' murdas on any means
It's in my genes, to push line against any means

[Chorus: Twin Loc x3]:
Niggas don't bang like they used to!
Ba-ba-bang!
Ba-ba-bang like they used to!

All Stars, (?) pieces, khakis and linen

[Verse 3: G-Bone]:
I steps through the set givin' the fame up, gettin' my bang up
For the simple fact is that I was raised up, so A's up
Get a eight, I represent the clicc I bang, ain't no thang
Ain't no shame in my game, true to the mothafuccin' thing I'm sayin'
And they call me Gangsta, B to the O-N-E
Straight L-O-C, so now you see the real baby G
'Cause most of the time you see some niggas fakin' the funk most, jumpin' on the bent
Craccin' never ever paccin', the beats are constantly braggin'
That they doe bloccs, slang roccs, niggas are callin' it bluff
Is y'all fucced up? 'Cause, yo, I am a Compton Nut
To give it up once again, with my B.G. nigga Sin
And the rest of my baby G's that's in the mothafuccin' pen
Doin' bid, after bid, Baby Sin, they gave my nigga ten
Middlesinger 25, Baby Gangsta Chops, they get him locced
Tryna survive, with some sins I can't cope with it
So I'm stayin' high, a Chocolate Thai, with some coke in to stabilize
This pressure that I'm feelin' 'cause I'm stressin' like a mothafucca
Lil' Bone and Strucc got 5 each fuccin' with bustas
Niggas snitchin' like, bitches gettin' my niggas twisted
Niggas, if yo' ass don't wanna get (?) then hit the fifth so pay attention, listen
If you can't hang, nigga, don't bang then
Niggas be gettin' it twisted, thinkin' this shit is a fuckin' game but can't win
Out the pen, this is the H-11, step in number chuccs and golf hats
And all that shit y'all talkin' about, I done did that
'Cause I'm a baby gangsta

[Chorus: Twin Loc x3]:
Niggas don't bang like they used to!
Ba-ba-bang!
Ba-ba-bang like they used to!

All Stars, (?) pieces, khakis and linen
The OG Godfather with the blue finger in it

[Verse 4: Twin Loc]:
To kill a moccingbird shit, that didn't played out
Niggas done snitched 10 times and still hangin' out
In yo' hood then mine, I went solo as a gangsta
Quicc, to recognize the true soldiers from the prankstas
I like to thank ya roccs for keepin' it real
Whether to be slangin' at dogs or paccin' that steel
And that's real, 'cause most of these niggas got bitch in them
Tryna walk in my shoes, you can't fit 'em

[Verse 5: Big Freeze]:
I remember a saying, when I was young, called "Crip or Die"
Now somebody tell me why nowadays even Crip niggas testify
Run out in a ride, when locced up away from public
But I'm the nigga smashin' with my loc sayin' fucc it
If it's on, then it's on, let me drop right here
And let the dead homies with me with the struggle and some beer
I don't feel, death, 'cause I be bangin' the hood to the 7 left
And when I die, nigga, I be givin' up the F

[Chorus: Twin Loc x7]:
Niggas don't bang like they used to!
Ba-ba-bang!
Ba-ba-bang like they used to!

All Stars, (?) pieces, khakis and linen x6
The OG Godfather with the blue finger in it