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letra de i'ma bang - dmx

let’s knock it out….that’s all, oh we gon’ do it
(another one of these, huh) knock it the f-ck out
(one of those joints)put it down (okay)
but it gotta bang (i see what’s goin’ on here)
it has to bang! ya know?

uh, uh, uh, uh

[hook 2x]
i’mma bang! hit the block pitchin slang
bang! hit the rock spit the game
bang! get the glock spit the flame
do my motherf-ckin thing!

i speak for the meak and the lonely (uhh), weak and the hungry (uhh)
speak for the part of the street that keep it ugly (aight)
and n-ggas couldn’t wear my shoes
cause the places that i walk, most catz couldn’t bear my dues (uhh)
or pay the tolls of the roads i done kept on, crept on (what)
walk ’til i got tired then curled up and slept on (whoo)
my journey has earned me the right to reach
i burned so i earned the right to teach, what to eat (c’mon)
what n-ggas been gettin’ fed is pork (uhh)
what you n-ggas been gettin’ fed, shouldn’t be even on your fork
let’s talk (aight), about this, and about that (uh-huh)
yeah, we like this or we can do it out back (aight)
keep the bullsh-t for the rodeo
cause on the real, you c-cksuckers don’t know me yo
hit you wit’ something for frontin’ that’ll end your life
then hit your crib and bend your wife (c’mon)
grrrrrrrrr

(chorus 2x)

it upsets me to see n-ggas that’s flossin too much
wearing sh-t that’s costin too much (uhh), how often i touch
i like to break fake n-ggas (what), rape snake n-ggas (what)
i take weight n-gga (what), you fake hate n-gga (c’mon)
and n-ggas and ain’t got the b-lls to say to my face
what you think behind my back
suck my d-ck! how’s about that? (aight)
loose lifts is loose clips and crews hit
i run wit’ n-ggas from israel to hijack crew ships (uhh)
watch the news at 6 (whoo), that’s how i’m gettin’ down
feds lookin for the dog, oh that n-gga outta town
this is a grown-up game, thinkin cause you got a blown-up name (what)you won’t get a blown-up frame
i ain’t playin wit’ you n-ggas no more, them are old
i be layin when you hit the door, you hit it cold
be like “oh no!”, see what i’m sayin
i told money to stop playin, now he layin, we prayin (aight)
grrrrrrrrr

(chorus 2x)

oh my god! yah n-ggas done lost yo mind
toss the nine (uhh), this n-gga done cross the line
disrespectful sh-t will get you hit, b-tch (what)
f-ck who you wit’, you n-ggas get what you get (uhh)
five to the spine, ride now n-ggas is dying
money pulled out he was trying, yet to slow wit the iron (uhh)
nuttin but gun firing, blap blap blap blap
c-cksucka where it at (what)
open up your back now i can see through your stomach
told stupid m-th-f-cka to stop runnin (uhh, or run in (uhh)
to a buck shot, can’t duck off shot
it’s that cl!ck cl!ck boom you outta luck shot (whoo)
now don’t fall to pieces on me, because the piece is on me (uh-huh)
he thought the leash was on me, but dog the streets are hungry (uh-huh)
and i’mma feed ’em everytime i sing, do my thing
dog gon’ bang, bang, bang!
grrrrrrrrr

(chorus 4x)

- dmx

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