Busta Rhymes, Spliff Star, Reek Da Villian, Labba - Bang lyrics
[Busta Rhymes, Spliff Star, Reek Da Villian, Labba - Bang lyrics]
Yeah yeah
Ayo we done opened the floodgate for the new
New York hot shit to come through bitch
(Turn it up come on, turn it up
Come on, turn it up come on
Turn it up come on) flipmode bitch
Get familiar
Labba Labba Labba (New Crack City)
Welcome to Flipmode new recruit
Reek da Villian nigga spliff get 'em
See I been through the worst
Yeah I been through it all
Yeah I live on the
Battlefield survivin’ the war
See the code of the streets is
Never talk to the law
Give a fuck if you handcuffed
Facе down on the floor
Why you whip the gang if
You split on your mang
Why you pullin’ guns out when you
Ain’t gon’ bang? Bitch nigga
Play your part or find yoursеlf in a hole
See the mac gon’ blow
Hit your back of your throat
Ain’t no time for debate we
On the grind everyday
Give me mines now nigga I could die any day
I put my blood and my sweat
In every hustle I get
Near niggas satisfy the perfect
(New Crack City nigga)
The real niggas connect
Motherfucker I ride and die for
The love of my set i’m supreme with my team
Niggas can’t intervene
Comin’ through this motherfucker like
The tattle nigga (Clinton Sparks)
Squares to the left, gangsters to the right
Real niggas do real things
We all could let it bang
(Turn it up come on, turn it up
Come on, turn it up come on
Turn it up come on)
If we want bang well then we gon’ bang
And if we want slang then we gon’ slang
Squares to the left, gangsters to the right
Real niggas do real things
We all could let it bang
(Turn it up come on, turn it up
Come on, turn it up come on
Turn it up come on)
If we want bang well then we gon’ bang
And if we want slang then we gon’ slang
(Reek da Vill' nigga)
Ma you rollin’ with me shoot
Like strollin’ with cheese
Be on the dancefloor iced
Out holdin’ the heat have you in the mens’
Bathroom showin’ your teeth
Blowin’ Spliff and I ain’t talkin’
‘bout smokin’ no weed
My nigga Labba behind me with two llamas
They rockin’ some old school and
I’m stylin’ in Gucci Pradas
Flipmode runnin’ this shit who’s hotter?
Big thing gang shoe pradas
So go ahead lil’ bitch nigga act tough
Bet you get either beat down or smacked up
Come through your block like A
Team in a black truck
Gats tucked shirt bulgin’ like I
Got a fat gut
Bang a snake ass nigga soon as he rattle
Bang hard like Shawn Kemp when
He played for Seattle
Bang a cross at your lips
And pull day to skidaddle
Let ‘em hangers get at you throw
A flag up like brap dukes
Squares to the left, gangsters to the right
Real niggas do real things
We all could let it bang
(Turn it up come on, turn it up
Come on, turn it up come on
Turn it up come on)
If we want bang well then we gon’ bang
And if we want slang
(More exclusive shit) then we gon’ slang
Squares to the left, gangsters to the right
Real niggas do real things
(Produced by yours truly)
We all could let it bang
(Turn it up come on, turn it up
Come on, turn it up come on
Turn it up come on)
If we want bang well then we gon’ bang
And if we want slang then we gon’ slang
Shouts out to whole Flipmode (yeah yeah yeah)
Aftermath
Turn it up (Clinton Sparks) come on
Turn it up come on
Turn it up come on (yeah, yeah)
Turn it up come on get familiar niggas
Get fuckin’ familiar (We Run this shit)
Ayo we done opened the floodgate for the new
New York hot shit to come through bitch
(Turn it up come on, turn it up
Come on, turn it up come on
Turn it up come on) flipmode bitch
Get familiar
Labba Labba Labba (New Crack City)
Welcome to Flipmode new recruit
Reek da Villian nigga spliff get 'em
See I been through the worst
Yeah I been through it all
Yeah I live on the
Battlefield survivin’ the war
See the code of the streets is
Never talk to the law
Give a fuck if you handcuffed
Facе down on the floor
Why you whip the gang if
You split on your mang
Why you pullin’ guns out when you
Ain’t gon’ bang? Bitch nigga
Play your part or find yoursеlf in a hole
See the mac gon’ blow
Hit your back of your throat
Ain’t no time for debate we
On the grind everyday
Give me mines now nigga I could die any day
I put my blood and my sweat
In every hustle I get
Near niggas satisfy the perfect
(New Crack City nigga)
The real niggas connect
Motherfucker I ride and die for
The love of my set i’m supreme with my team
Niggas can’t intervene
Comin’ through this motherfucker like
The tattle nigga (Clinton Sparks)
Squares to the left, gangsters to the right
Real niggas do real things
We all could let it bang
(Turn it up come on, turn it up
Come on, turn it up come on
Turn it up come on)
If we want bang well then we gon’ bang
And if we want slang then we gon’ slang
Squares to the left, gangsters to the right
Real niggas do real things
We all could let it bang
(Turn it up come on, turn it up
Come on, turn it up come on
Turn it up come on)
If we want bang well then we gon’ bang
And if we want slang then we gon’ slang
(Reek da Vill' nigga)
Ma you rollin’ with me shoot
Like strollin’ with cheese
Be on the dancefloor iced
Out holdin’ the heat have you in the mens’
Bathroom showin’ your teeth
Blowin’ Spliff and I ain’t talkin’
‘bout smokin’ no weed
My nigga Labba behind me with two llamas
They rockin’ some old school and
I’m stylin’ in Gucci Pradas
Flipmode runnin’ this shit who’s hotter?
Big thing gang shoe pradas
So go ahead lil’ bitch nigga act tough
Bet you get either beat down or smacked up
Come through your block like A
Team in a black truck
Gats tucked shirt bulgin’ like I
Got a fat gut
Bang a snake ass nigga soon as he rattle
Bang hard like Shawn Kemp when
He played for Seattle
Bang a cross at your lips
And pull day to skidaddle
Let ‘em hangers get at you throw
A flag up like brap dukes
Squares to the left, gangsters to the right
Real niggas do real things
We all could let it bang
(Turn it up come on, turn it up
Come on, turn it up come on
Turn it up come on)
If we want bang well then we gon’ bang
And if we want slang
(More exclusive shit) then we gon’ slang
Squares to the left, gangsters to the right
Real niggas do real things
(Produced by yours truly)
We all could let it bang
(Turn it up come on, turn it up
Come on, turn it up come on
Turn it up come on)
If we want bang well then we gon’ bang
And if we want slang then we gon’ slang
Shouts out to whole Flipmode (yeah yeah yeah)
Aftermath
Turn it up (Clinton Sparks) come on
Turn it up come on
Turn it up come on (yeah, yeah)
Turn it up come on get familiar niggas
Get fuckin’ familiar (We Run this shit)