Let It Bang

(Pop! Pop!) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! {*scratch
starts*} AAW!
Are you motherf**kers ready? YEAH! (Baby baby)
YEAH!
Executioners! {hahahahahaha} M.O.P.!
YEAH! {hahahahahaha} (shit) Crack-o, nigga!
(First Family!) Nigga! (yeah) F**k that, f**k
that!
OH! OH! (What happened to the beat?) OH! OH!
(Bang your head against the wall, c'mon!)
OH! OH! OH! OH! Yeah. cheese nigga!
One time, First Family (cyclops!)

(Billy Danze)
Yo, I'm from a hellholee where male role models,
live in bottles
And a nigga first love is a drug
We all fascinated by thug activity, street life
liberty
Whole ghetto remedy, toss 'em a slug
It's the untameable, nonflammable
Unrestrainable, nonchangeable M.O.P.!
From the dark side my family provide knowledge
to determine if niggaz like you can live or die
on the street

(Lil' Fame)
This is recreational wreck to keep y'all illin
Sound off, pump rounds off rock like Bob Dylan
would
One-million and one guns, one-million and one
sons
Cap pealin put two in your lungs, BLUM! BLUM!
It's the world's most amaaazing
blazing (First Fam) DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!
Critically acclaimed criminals to blame
Put 'em in critical condition, f**kin with Lil'

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! {'Holdin it down'}
If you wanna be hard rocks, c'mon - LET IT BANG!
{'Holdin it down'}
If it's hits you want, hit 'em; yeah - LET IT
BANG!

{'Holdin it down'}

You see it! Say what? - LET IT BANG!
{'Holdin it down'}
Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass off - LET
IT BANG!

OH! OH! OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh
OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh OH! oh AAAAHHHHHHHHH!

(Billy Danze)
Hey yo this shit is real blown out, allow me to
pull my chrome out
And push pieces of your dome out (NO DOUBT!)
So now (AAAHH!) you see +Tomorrow Never Dies+
cries
Yeah, but it's on back blocks, imbedded in some
blacktop
And now, they wonder why we move the way we move
(WHY WE WRECKIN EVER SMOOTH) and whadda we have
to prove? (AHH!)
Nothin! (Continue to survive) we're survivors
Show me a man that's live, I'll show you Danze is
liver
LET IT BANG!

{*scratches*}
'You know I bring it to you live'
'You've heard of us, official (DJ's) murderous'
(OWW)
'The X-Men' - 'comes equipped'
'It ain't no shame in our game, we do our thing'
LET IT BANG!

(Lil' Fame)
Who wanna test me now?
Cops wanna arrest me now, killers wanna stretch
me now
Tear up and crush me now
I'll bring it to your door, UPS style dressed in
brown
Walt skully hat, cover my eyelashes
Y-2-K what now? I'ma die blastin (then)
Open up your back like a wide out
Spitty spittin the lead until it knock your
insides right out

Roc-o OH! Roc-o, nigga nigga LET IT BANG



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Aguilar, Eric Murry, Keith Bailey, Anthony Williams, Joel Charles Wright, Jamal Gerard Grinnage, Jerome C. Foster, Anthony Best, Nathaniel Thomas Wilson, Nasir Jones, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Albert Johnson
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