Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let It Bang , by - 9th Wonder. Song from the album The Dream Merchant 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 08.10.2007
Record label: 6 Hole
Song language: English
Let It Bang |
| Yeah |
| Y’know what it is |
| SK |
| With 9th Wonder on the beat |
| Elliot Ness. |
| Custom Made, Bad Boy collabo (9th Wonder!) |
| We all about the cash flow |
| The bottom line is, me and mine are solidified |
| You little dudes run along, go and get a grind |
| I rock rubber bands, but not for fashion |
| I keep 'em cause I’m literally stacking |
| And I don’t fuck with Visa or plastic, I just pull out a |
| And wrap it with elastic, pillowcase stash it |
| Spit straight acid, the stars is lookin' in |
| I sit you on your ass, like your father should’ve did |
| Ladies and Gentlemen it’s the world renowned |
| The city’s favorite hustler I up your town |
| Dude keep a bad one shot, wearing her out |
| Her deep throat so mean, she can’t hear in her mouth??? |
| Lot of clones out for the throne, that’s trying to be me |
| Call this a mean sixteen, I call it easy |
| SK and Elliot Ness, the George Jefferson |
| Strollin' a hundred miles ahead of the rest |
| So fuck running… |
| From corner to corner, state to state |
| City to city, play this 'till you break the tape |
| Now let it bang worldwide, let it bang (Hey yo!) |
| Now let it bang worldwide, let it bang (Hey yo!) |
| Yeah |
| Two thousand and five version of the great George ?? |
| Iceman with the nice tan, see me in person |
| So imperfect, spit when the shit wasn’t worth it |
| Gang way deeper than what people see on the surface |
| And that gat, small on my back, is for a purpose |
| Them niggas tryn' run up on National Self Service |
| I’ll never be a slave or servant to any man |
| I’m ridin' up slow and I’m letting the semi blam |
| Damn, another dead body on my belt |
| In a land down under where your mommy can’t help |
| You behind on the rent? |
| I’m something like a pimp |
| I grind overtime and bought the landlord a whip |
| Tales from the crib, the bl* is on my hip |
| Black bulletproof vest, a book bag full of clips |
| That’s deep shit, deeper than deep six |
| Deep as the bottomless pit, and even the abyss |
| Shit… |
| (Skyzoo) |
| I run the pen on the paper, on the strength of the way that the drums knock |
| I write whatever I feel, regardless if it gets me a deal |
| While these wannabes claiming they dumb hot |
| I treat it like him and him, you only get one shot |
| And if you spit one line, saying you slum rock |
| I’m walking away, and if you not say «son stop» |
| I don’t need that, and you ain’t ever seen that |
| You need to try being a fan, and relax |
| (Elliot Ness) |
| I can tell when the cops is looking, crack heads |
| Smell what the block is cooking, and which rock they pushing |
| «off white», strips stay open all night |
| Long like Lionel, got clientele |
| When my team surface, the fiends purchase |
| Run up in your crib, and rob all your workers |
| I ain’t trying to get money, selling dummies |
| The only time y’all make the paper is the funnies |