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Kam f Mystic

Bang Bang

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Текст песни Kam f Mystic - Bang Bang

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[Kam]CheckI represent the left, with a death toll highBut I ride with the side called the F.O.I.Where do or die is the code, banged out is the modeNow everyone throw up your guns and unloadI`m bound to have your whole town sewed, niggaz drinkin and gettin blowedto the sound layin tracks down like the underground railroadCan`t no jail hold me, or no crackers control meI shed tears for dead homies (and what) and fears Allah onlySo haters don`t want me to hit, tryin to pitch ball fourMakin peace with the beast but with me, bitch it`s all warI`m hardcore, hardline, hard edge on hard timesHere rap the records determined to get our shineTurnin water to wine, healin the deaf dumb and blindWith a stone backbone, I join your own to your own kindSo pass the clip as I mash the whip, with the master gripJust waitin for your ass to slip and I bang bang[Chorus: Mystic]Bang bang.. bang, bang, bangBang bang bi-dang, bang bangBang, bang, bangBang bang bi-dang, bang bangBang, bang, bangBang bang bi-dang, bang bangBang, bang, bangBang bang bi-dang, bang..[Kam]Chitty chitty bang bang, a gritty city gang thangWe maintain, rap jack and slang `caineand brang pain, think you can hang you best be sureCause the West is where I`m from so come test me now[Mystic]Way-oyyyyyy, way-oy-oy-oy-oyWay-oyyyyyy, way-oy-oy-oy-oy[Kam]Ring the alarm, code red, Arm Leg Leg Arm HeadSoldiers on the move, show and prove, go out and get the deadand spit the lead, let`s quit this black and brown bloodshedAnd get this bread, lay these crackers down in a mudbedLike Spud Webb I go to war with the giantsCause they just pawns in the game but I`m a lord of the scienceI gets nuff respect, while other niggaz is suspectAss-kickin cash get them pretty boys slash ruffnecks[Chorus][Kam]So cocks the hammer back and rack the pumpSince the police hate me unlock the safety just in case we have to dumpI`m ready for shit to jump, my niggaz carryin magsLike "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 monStars and stripes I earn `em, blow a whole through they sternumSee my arrangement with the Lord is I return `em, he burn `emBut I don`t claim to be no saint, solely because I ain`t holyBut you just got be-lieeeve, foleyEverybody on the block knows, just how it goI got flows, rock shows, clock dough and knock hoesdown like a pimp on the track, just mackinOut 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 nutCatch me at the club, in the cut, watchin the girls, wind it up[Chorus]

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