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M.O.P. - Bang Time lyrics
[Billy Danze]
 Bang bang ba-bang, ba-bang bang ba-bang
 [Chorus: Billy Danze]
 Ba-bang bang ba-bang, bang ti-a-bang time
 Bang bang time (uhh) it's bang time (uhh)
 Bang bang time (uhh) it's bang time (uhh)
 Bang bang time (uhh) it's bang time (uhh)
 Bang bang ba-bang, bang ti-a-bang time
 Bang bang time (uhh) it's bang time (uhh)
 Bang bang time (uhh) it's bang time (uhh)
 Bang bang time (uhh) it's bang time (uhh)
 [Lil' Fame]
 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 profit/prophet, graze hit 'em right out
 Great day to do it again, same as the night out
 {*whistling*} 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
[Chorus]
 [Styles P]
 D-Block!! Yeah, bang time
 45'll hit 'em and leave 'em with hang timeM.O.P. - Bang Time - http://motolyrics.com/mop/bang-time-lyrics.html
 Raised on his ass like the glass of a {?} line
 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
 that if you 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
[Chorus]
 [Billy Danze]
 Yo, somewhere in (BROOKLYN) is where you'll find this nigga, in my comfort zone
 Semi circled by the grimiest niggaz (c'mon!)
 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 dimepieces 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
[Chorus]








