Bang

[Intro: Q-Plex (Lee-Major)] What you had to tell me sir? (The final conflict, what ya'll) [Hook: Lee-Major] Bang, come on, bang, come on, bang, uh Come on, bang, come on, bang [Chorus 2X: Lee-Major] We bang bang razor blade, double edge In and out of this world, we full fledged to break bread Shake faith, for the lock on the pearl gate Snatch MC's up and kill 'em all at Camp Crystal Lake [Q-Plex] Yo, sick like those Hillside Stranglers, more ripping than Jack Got dead fouls by the stacks, tormented Just a little, paint cats and rip up a little produce Giving motherfuckas a bad case of wet noodle In smaller terms, I'm lethal like HIV germs Bringing sudden pain like child bearing Straight decapitation like Conan the Barbarian So whose however come and don't be afraid of them Because who send them, to begin them, rip out them heart and fuck it [Babyface Fensta] Mail it home then, mail it home then Get off my dick, you get me sick Your ABC rhymes, ain't worth shit You better come equipped, like slaves get whipped Ya'll niggas lick clit, our style, you bit I flip my whip, you sound like Big, you sound like Jig Ain't no half steppin', ask Kane If 2Pac was alive, he'd slap the shit out Lil' Zane Yo what's crackin', I'm living, can't complain Maintain the fort, teach the seeds, don't eat pork Yo, I fork you up, nigga [Hook] [Chorus 2X] [Babyface Fensta] Yo, cuz, they style is wack, I talk with slack Punani dani, rag your pussy, dem dont want test The sharpshooters, from 90's, yo Q, cock that nigga out I put my gun his mouth (Nah, don't clap him, I think I wanna slap him) Make that cat buckle, be easy, I don't wanna bruise my knuckles Bet my Timbs get scuffed in the scuffle Verbal joust, I house ya mic, duke, fuck them players The ultimate hater, defender, drop smart bombs Ring the alarm, it's red dawn, no calm before the storm Mass murder, summer of Sam, red rum [Q-Plex] Chameleon like Tarzan, mad like Cobra Crush more heads than that nigga Sgt. Slaughter Bout to run you over like a defensive lineman Best believe I get accurate, seen in perfect timing I'm a diamond in the rough, always ready to scruff Where that nigga that think he tough, step up and get snuffed And then bag that bitch stuff, you think you ready? Come make me rock steady, I'm a b-bop that ass Until you dead and buried, must be in a hurry To meet ya maker, and I'm be the one who send ya Much bigger than anticipated, it ain't my fault Snatch your chest and tap a bomb [Hook] [Chorus 2X] [Hook]