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