Bang Time (Feat. M.O.P.) - M.O.P., Styles P, The Evil Genius DJ Green Lantern

To the East my brother like a X-Clan member

SISSY!

Lil' Fame is a Marxmen

I’m the son of Sonny Carson

I wash dirty cats through hood laundromats, where they lost at

Go home or go hard yeah this is real life warrior shit

These other rap dudes corny as shit

What’chall know about sidewalks with bloodstains, coroner shit

+Cold as Ice+ on some Foreigner shit

Raised on the dark side, baptized in dirty water

The murder Marx side, dark skies to early mornings

What’s a nickel bag to a profit/prophet, graze hit 'em right out

Great day to do it again, same as the night out

This is the good, the bad and the ugly

'Round here we keeps it thuggy thuggy

Yeah and it’s Brooklyn’s, finest, unfaded, Brownsvillians

We’ll shoot this bitch up like cowboys and indians

D-Block!

Yeah, bang time

45'll hit 'em and leave 'em with hang time

Raised on his ass like the glass of a line

Raw like cocaine line, nigga I ain’t lyin

Your man’s frame is dyin from the flame of the iron

Walkin him, walk with him, now better kneel with him

Try to be real with him, I’m so deep in it

That if you try to stand up his fuckin guts gon' spill on him

Play with’cha kids, or a deck of cards

Me I go extra hard, still tryin to get it, like I’m Escobar

Only question I ask is cash or a check involved

Put me on my P’s and Q’s, let me know if death’s involved

Like I give a shit, ignorant nigga

Yeah I pull the trigger quick, thought you woulda figured this

You want to know why the movement is rigorous

S.P. the Ghost, on some Y.O.

killer shit, nigga… Bang time

Yo, somewhere in (BROOKLYN) is where you’ll find this nigga, in my comfort zone

Semi circled by the grimiest niggaz (c'mon!)

Walk with me, spread chalk with me sod

In the field where the real niggaz are born (ghetto)

There’s no surgeons here, we don’t cut up body parts

We blast and leave yo' ass wherever it start

A half a block from the precinct, the homies are beyond thuggin and buggin

My whole borough’s in judgment indecent

The thoroughest dimepieces straight out of action flicks

(Gangsta bitch!) Angela Jolie this

Notion, forward motion, do what you gotta do

To get what you gotta get to get your shit rollin

And keep closin, by any means

The 50 cal the 40 or the 30 carbine

Let it steam motherfucker let’s go, we in them greends

And on the grounds with it we down with it, that’s how we bling