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    "Bang Bang" Lyrics

    Kam feat. Mystic

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    (feat. Mystic)

    I represent the left, with a death toll high
    But I ride with the side called the F.O.I.
    Where do or die is the code, banged out is the mode
    Now everyone throw up your guns and unload
    I'm bound to have your whole town sewed,
    niggaz drinkin and gettin blowed
    to the sound layin tracks down like the underground railroad
    Can't no jail hold me, or no crackers control me
    I shed tears for dead homies (and what) and fears Allah only
    So haters don't want me to hit, tryin to pitch ball four
    Makin peace with the beast but with me, bitch it's all war
    I'm hardcore, hardline, hard edge on hard times
    Here rap the records determined to get our shine
    Turnin water to wine, healin the deaf dumb and blind
    With a stone backbone, I join your own to your own kind
    So pass the clip as I mash the whip, with the master grip
    Just waitin for your ass to slip and I bang bang

    [Chorus: Mystic]
    Bang bang.. bang, bang, bang
    Bang bang bi-dang, bang bang
    Bang, bang, bang
    Bang bang bi-dang, bang bang
    Bang, bang, bang
    Bang bang bi-dang, bang bang
    Bang, bang, bang
    Bang bang bi-dang, bang..

    Chitty chitty bang bang, a gritty city gang thang
    We maintain, rap jack and slang 'caine
    and brang pain, think you can hang you best be sure
    Cause the West is where I'm from so come test me now

    Way-oyyyyyy, way-oy-oy-oy-oy
    Way-oyyyyyy, way-oy-oy-oy-oy

    Ring the alarm, code red, Arm Leg Leg Arm Head
    Soldiers on the move, show and prove, go out and get the dead
    and spit the lead, let's quit this black and brown bloodshed
    And get this bread, lay these crackers down in a mudbed
    Like Spud Webb I go to war with the giants
    Cause they just pawns in the game but I'm a lord of the science
    I gets nuff respect, while other niggaz is suspect
    Ass-kickin cash get them pretty boys slash ruffnecks


    So cocks the hammer back and rack the pump
    Since the police hate me unlock the safety just in case we have to dump
    I'm ready for shit to jump, my niggaz carryin mags
    Like "Fuck these United Snakes and they American fags"
    Uncle Tom's askin Uncle Sam, "Why can't we bond?"
    But nigga Kam don't give a damn about no Yankee mon
    Stars and stripes I earn 'em, blow a whole through they sternum
    See my arrangement with the Lord is I return 'em, he burn 'em
    But I don't claim to be no saint, solely because I ain't holy
    But you just got be-lieeeve, foley
    Everybody on the block knows, just how it go
    I got flows, rock shows, clock dough and knock hoes
    down like a pimp on the track, just mackin
    Out for my dollars pop your collars holla back - what's crackin?
    Shit it's your world I'm just a squirrel tryin to find a nut
    Catch me at the club, in the cut, watchin the girls, wind it up

    This song was submitted on May 30th, 2012 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Iggy Pop, Ivan Kral.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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