Bang on 'Em

Here we go, you know what it is, click-clack [Hook] (x4) Bang on 'Em, pop them thangs on 'em Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em [Verse 1] Ayo my hood broke my heart into pieces Dunn the streets took my dreams and shattered them And turn me into a preacher Minds to money got me not givin' a fuck All I care about is muzik and who I gotta cut With the Mac, uzi, .47, pick a weapon Six million ways to die, my .25 endin' When I pop him in the gut, I drop him where they stunt I try keepin' it peace but that shit's for chumps Projects fucked me up, made me strong as Ox Made the nigga cold blooded ain't no friends on the block This the comrades and coldies, the crooked ass police Playin' cracks in the pocket send you up in creek Look don't ask me why Queensbridge can't stick together If you don't know the answer then you don't know the ghetto Everybody don't get along and that's what it is We either shootin' when we shoot them niggas or we gon' get hit [Hook] [Verse 2] Ayo my own niggas turned on me, B.I.G wasn't lyin' When he said "The ones who smoke blunts with you be conniving" They was plottin' on my demise, they wanted my seed At the head of the table but I'm permanently chief I don't care how many bodies you got on your gun You either submit or go and start your own gang son Everybody wants to be boss, it ain't enough soldiers Everybody wants to call shots, it ain't enough shooters And it really hurts my soul that we can't click But whatever it'll never be the same again And when I see you niggas, you already know what it is And if you don't, you gon' find out the hard way kid Tried to make it work, but now I'm on some other shit I'm greedy with that limelight now you ain't gettin' none of it [Hook] [Outro: The Montclairs] [Prodigy] "All I got in my pocket -- is a nickel and a nail The fully loaded .25 -- with one extra bullet on the side"