Ant Banks Gotta Have Heart Lyrics

Gotta Have Heart Lyrics

That's Ant BEEZY, nigga - off the HEEZY

Is he my nigga? FO SHEEZY
nigga!

What, what? Say what, say, say what, say what?

(Kev B in the
motherfuckin house)

Say what, say what, say what, say what?

(Bombay
all day nigga this is fo-TAY!)

(Bombay all day punk this is FO-TAY
NIGGA!)



[Verse One]

Fresh up out the Testarossa

Still
buzzin off that sticky green Cali doja

Last night had, way too many
bitches jock

Mr. Player himself, gon' always keep it poppin

And
stoppin you and yo' ability to come tight, mack like Dolemite

Sometimes
you learn the hard way, but you gon' get it right

Keep listenin,
discipline plays a strong part

The majority of these bitches ain't got no
heart

enough to roll with the punches, hundred dolla bills and brunches

Comin home in somethin way tight that's scrumptious like

steak and
lobster, dank from rastas

And we don't roll with nothin but, G's and
mobsters!

Zenithes, Daytons, twenty inch chrome ones

Never know the
feelin of a bitch 'til you own one!



Yeah we Bay riders, call us,
murder for hire

Closer, than hittin home runs than McGwire and Sosa

We supposed to be, killin 'em off, hittin 'em off

with this old ill
shit, givin 'em an overdose of this so real shit

So feel this, way down
deep up in your liver

Give a, nig a chance for the alcohol to make you
quiver

Still a, assassin blastin any nigga who think he can outlast

the master splash yo' ass in a, pool of blood

So ask the, nigga who
done rolled up and got his, dome split

(Dome split) I don't give a fuck
motherfucker wait 'til the chrome hit!



[Chorus: repeat 2X]

They say you got to have heart

I roll with dese niggaz dey mob figures
and killas you niggaz feel us

They say you g