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Bang It In Ya Whip by Buddha Monk


[intro: babyface fensta (sha-cronz) ]

*echo*

(these punk-ass niggaz they ain't ready)

(we made men haha!) younahi'msayin? what nigga?

(we--we been doin' this for years)

Y'all niggaz can't see this shit

 

Can't even fuck with this track

(ain't nothin could stop us)

you know on the corse of desperados

(united kingdom to the fullest) word is bond

(sha-cronz) peace to the gods uk poppa wu

(recognize) buddha monk sha-cronz in the house

(before we bring in drama)

Youknowwhati'msayin? all my niggaz about to get hit. word up.

(who we are who we be) all my mommys about to get hit

(what we stand for) justice and equality

All my boriquas out there too up on the set

youknowwhati'msayin?

Hit them niggaz like that yo

 

[babyface fensta]

It's the sinister sick like clamidia

Burn like no vagina your retina

Screwin like you hard while i lick off your head

Pussy upper lips quiver as fright creaps in like a boa constrictor

Blow to your ego clostrophobia new sensation revelation

Niggaz turn bitch emotional winch

Get slapped around like faggot niggaz frontin

You unleashed the beast like the niece from garfield east

Does the heads of the 12 priests crab louse won't catch it

Shut the fuck up your mouth is like punks (shut up!) always runnin (ha!)

From the '90's so i never will like onions and pills (zu-zu-zu-zu-zu)

Leave you weary teary-eyed and dreary (he-heh-heh-huu-ha!)

Create havoc with your bodily structure your natural impulses

(ah-ah-ah) your sexual cravings your freakish indulgence

Criminal antics (hoo) your symnatics don't amaze me

Fuck around you'll be pushin up daisies

Like them niggaz who slept when assassins crept through your villa

Grab you up... ahhh!

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[buddha monk]

Who's the killa? monk iodine

You got your eye on mines niggaz you wanna take mines?

Feel one down to your spine several parts almost never find

Royal blood kin on your fetal line i'm prepared to deal with fetal lines

Yo check it out...

I took blow yo you ran up the block and stuck 4

You should've known it was them bones next page close the door

Wait i ain't finished yet with you so-called pros

You niggaz is packed like fuckin compactors

I'm blowin ya' back out callin me the subtractor

The actual nist gets broke like a wish

And marrow bones stay parrow in my zone like shadows

Niggaz is clones blast off the iron palm you're kept from sacred songs

The basics is first to hurts so don't think fuckin zu's could rest in dirt

The projects is to eject shop up yets

The center niggaz are scared to enter in

It's buddha monk throw your head in the cha-a-am-ber

 

[sha-cronz]

Yo peep the real pro put my skills to work

That show's benz and about a mil' i'm worth

Get higher than 10 kilohertz

Blank on tracks like hungry rodents

Rappers actin funny style and holdin

Frontin posted up like bowlin

Pins rollin in chevy's while you're goin broke

Holdin a benz i'm heavy on the neck

Pissin weights can't risk kuwait

And objects get these papes and escape

Ballad and cronz is like a midget to an ape

Don't care if you got a biscuit and uh 8

Niggaz rhymin with you drama mental time ain't with you

Left dead cops can't find a motherfuckin pistol

What?

 

[chorus (x2): buddha monk]

We catchin large amounts over-seas and upstate

Sha-cronz buddha monk and our nigga babyface

It's an mc's fate to test the zu's great

And we won't stop until death is a bedmate

 

[buddha monk]

What? alright check this fly shit this do or die shit

Monk drive-by hit yea bang it in ya whip

If i do it any way i wanna do it

Let me roast punks off this motherfuckin track that dumps

I'll elect to annihilate serve on a fake mc

Who wanna test thee? ha nigga please

I'll serve you this here remedy g-o-d fuckin up ya whole family

Yea you know that's got to be me swingin like tarzan through trees

With a 9 in my hand mane anybody who wants to battle this mc

And if that's not enough then i'll huff and i'll puff

And mack yo' motherfuckin ass down now stay down ya low down

Better yet here's a shot from the 4-pound

And the cops can't help ya they yellin "blue-uniformed man is down"

 

[babyface fensta]

What niggaz what?

 

 

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