Bang Time (feat. Styles P) Lyrics & Tabs by M.O.P.
Bang Time (feat. Styles P)
guitar chords lyrics
Bang, bang, bang time
Bang, bang time, it's bang time
Bang, bang time, it's bang time
Bang, bang time, it's bang time
Bang, bang, bang time
Bang, bang time, it's bang time
Bang, bang time, it's bang time
Bang, bang time, it's bang time
To the East my brother like a X-Clan member
Sissy Lil' Fame is a Marxmen
I'm the son of Sonny Carson
I wash dirty cats through hood laundromats, where they lost at
Go home or go hard, yeah, this is real life warrior shit
These other rap dudes corny as shit
What'chall know about sidewalks with bloodstains, coroner shit
Go home or go hard, yeah, this is real life warrior shit
These other rap dudes corny as shit
What'chall know about sidewalks with bloodstains, coroner shit
Cold as ice on some foreigner shit
Raised on the dark side, baptized in dirty water
The murder Marx side, dark skies to early mornings
What's a nickel bag to a prophet, graze hit 'em right out
Great day to do it again, same as the night out
This is the good, the bad and the ugly
'Round here we keeps it thuggy, thuggy
Yeah and it's Brooklyn's, finest, unfaded, Brownsvillians
We'll shoot this bitch up like Cowboys and Indians
Bang, bang, bang time
Bang, bang time, it's bang time
Bang, bang time, it's bang time
Bang, bang time, it's bang time
Bang, bang, bang time
Bang, bang time, it's bang time
Bang, bang time, it's bang time
Bang, bang time, it's bang time
D-Block, yeah, bang time
45'll hit 'em and leave 'em with hang time
Raised on his ass like the glass of a [Incomprehensible]
Raw like cocaine line, nigga I ain't lyin'
Your man's frame is dyin' from the flame of the iron
Walkin' him, walk with him, now better kneel with him
Try to be real with him, I'm so deep in it
Try to stand up his fuckin' guts gon' spill on him
Play wit'cha kids or a deck of cards
Me I go extra hard, still tryin' to get it, like I'm Escobar
Only question I ask is cash or a check involved
Put me on my P's and Q's, let me know if death's involved
Like I give a shit, ignorant nigga
Yeah, I pull the trigger quick, thought you woulda figured this
You want to know why the movement is rigorous
S.P. the Ghost, on some Y.O. killer shit, nigga bang time
Bang, bang, bang time
Bang, bang time, it's bang time
Bang, bang time, it's bang time
Bang, bang time, it's bang time
Bang, bang, bang time
Bang, bang time, it's bang time
Bang, bang time, it's bang time
Bang, bang time, it's bang time
Yo, somewhere in Brooklyn is where you'll find this nigga
In my comfort zone semi circled by the grimiest niggaz
Walk with me, spread chalk with me sod
In the field where the real niggaz are born, ghetto
There's no surgeons here, we don't cut up body parts
We blast and leave yo' ass wherever it start
A half a block from the precinct
The homies are beyond thuggin' and buggin'
My whole borough's in judgment indecent
The thoroughest dime pieces straight out of action flicks
Gangsta bitch, Angela Jolie this
Notion, forward motion, do what you gotta do
To get what you gotta get to get your shit rollin'
And keep closin' by any means
The 50 cal, the 40 or the 30 carbine
Let it steam motherfucker, let's go, we in them greends
And on the grounds with it we down with it that's how we bling
Bang, bang, bang time
Bang, bang time, it's bang time
Bang, bang time, it's bang time
Bang, bang time, it's bang time
Bang, bang, bang time
Bang, bang time, it's bang time
Bang, bang time, it's bang time
Bang, bang time, it's bang time
