Bang

(альбом: New Crack City - 2006)

Yeah Yeah
Ayo we done opened the floodgate for the new New York hot shit to come through bitch
(Turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on)
Flipmode bitch
Get familiar
Labba Labba Labba (New Crack City)
Welcome to Flipmode new recruit Reek da Villian nigga
Spliff get 'em

See I been through the worst, yeah I been through it all
Yeah I live on the battlefield surviving the war
See the code of the streets is never talk to the law
Give a fuck if you handcuffed face down on the floor
Why you whip the gang if you split on your mang
Why you pulling guns out when you ain't gon' bang? Bitch nigga
Play your part or find yourself in a hole
See the mac gon' blow, hit your back of your throat
Ain't no time for debate we on the grind everyday
Give me mines now nigga I could die any day
I put my blood and my sweat in every hustle I get
Near niggas satisfy the [?] perfect (New Crack City nigga)
The real niggas connect
Motherfucker I ride and die for the love of my set
I'm supreme with my team, niggas can't intervene
Coming through this motherfucker like the tattle [?] nigga (Clinton Sparks)

Squares to the left, gangsters to the right
Real niggas do real things, we all could let it bang
(Turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on)
If we want bang well then we gon' bang
And if we want slang then we gon' slang
Squares to the left, gangsters to the right
Real niggas do real things, we all could let it bang
(Turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on)
If we want bang well then we gon' bang
And if we want slang then we gon' slang (Reek da Vill' nigga)

Ma you rolling with me shoot like strolling with cheese
Be on the dancefloor iced out holding the heat
Have you in the mens' bathroom showing your teeth
Blowing Spliff and I ain't talking 'bout smoking no weed
My nigga Labba behind me with two llamas
They rocking some old school and I'm styling in Gucci Pradas
Flipmode running this shit who's hotter?
Big thing gang [?] shoe pradas
So go ahead lil' bitch nigga act tough
Bet you get either beat down or smacked up
Come through your block like A-Team in a black truck
Gats tucked shirt bulging like I got a fat gut
Bang a snake ass nigga soon as he rattle
Bang hard like Shawn Kemp when he played for Seattle
Bang a cross at your lips and pull day to skidaddle
Let 'em hangers get at you throw a flag up like brap dukes

Squares to the left, gangsters to the right
Real niggas do real things, we all could let it bang
(Turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on)
If we want bang well then we gon' bang
And if we want slang (More exclusive shit) then we gon' slang
Squares to the left, gangsters to the right
Real niggas do real things (Produced by yours truly)
We all could let it bang
(Turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on)
If we want bang well then we gon' bang
And if we want slang then we gon' slang

Shouts out to whole Flipmode (Yeah yeah yeah)
Aftermath
Turn it up (Clinton Sparks) come on
Turn it up come on
Turn it up come on (Yeah, yeah)
Turn it up come on
Get familiar niggas
Get fucking familiar (We Run this shit)