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    Buddha Monk

    Bang It In Ya Whip

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    [Intro: BabyFace Fensta, (Sha-Cronz), ]
    [echo]
    (These punk-ass niggaz, they aint ready)
    (We made men, Haha!) YounahImSayin? What, nigga?
    (We-We been doin this for years)
    Yall niggaz cant see this shit
    Cant even fuck with this track
    (Aint 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)
    YouknowwhatImsayin? 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
    YouknowwhatImsayin?
    Hit them niggaz like that, yo
    [BabyFace Fensta]
    Its 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, wont catch it
    Shut the fuck up, your mouth is like punks (Shut up!), always runnin (Ha!)
    from the 90s, 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 dont amaze me
    Fuck around, youll be pushin up daisies
    Like them niggaz who slept when assassins crept through your villa
    Grab you up... AHHH!
    [Buddha Monk]
    Whos 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, Im prepared to deal with fetal lines
    Yo, check it out...
    I took, blow, yo, you ran up the block and stuck 4
    You shouldve known it was them bones, next page, close the door
    Wait, I aint finished yet with you so-called pros
    You niggaz is packed like fuckin compactors
    Im 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, youre kept from sacred songs
    The basics is first to hurts, so dont think fuckin Zus could rest in dirt
    The Projects is to eject shop up yets
    The center, niggaz are scared to enter in
    its Buddha Monk, throw your head in the Cha-a-am-ber
    [Sha-Cronz]
    Yo, peep the real pro, put my skills to work
    that shows Benz and about a mil Im 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 Chevys, while youre goin broke
    Holdin a Benz, Im heavy on the neck
    Pissin weights, cant risk Kuwait
    and objects, get these papes and escape
    Ballad and Cronz is like a midget to an ape
    Dont care if you got a biscuit and, uh, 8
    niggaz rhymin with you, drama mental, time aint with you
    left dead, cops cant 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
    Its an MCs fate to test the Zus great
    and we wont 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
    Ill elect to annihilate, serve on a fake MC
    Who wanna test thee? Ha, nigga please
    Ill serve you this here remedy, G-O-D fuckin up ya whole family
    Yea, you know thats 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 thats not enough, then Ill huff and Ill puff
    and mack yo motherfuckin ass down, now stay down, ya low down
    Better yet, heres a shot from the 4-pound
    and the cops cant help ya, they yellin, "Blue-uniformed man is down"
    [BabyFace Fensta]
    What, niggaz, what?
    [ Bang It In Ya Whip Lyrics ]
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