Bang Time

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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
 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
 

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Duration
04:14
Key
2
Tempo
76 BPM

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