Busta Rhymes — Bang

[Intro: Busta Rhymes, Clinton Sparks] 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 [Verse 1: Spliff Star, Busta Rhymes, Clinton Sparks] 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) [Chorus: Labba, Busta Rhymes, Reek da Villian] 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) [Verse 2: Reek da Villian] 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 [Chorus: Labba, Busta Rhymes, 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 (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 [Outro: Busta Rhymes, Clinton Sparks] 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)