Bang It In Ya Whip

*echo*

(these punk-ass ******z, they ain't ready)

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

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

Y'all ******z can't see this ************t

Can't even ****** 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 ******z 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 ******z like that, yo

[babyface fensta]

It's the sinister, sick like clamidia

Burn like no ************, your retina

Screwin like you hard, while i lick off your head

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

Blow to your ego, clostrophobia, new sensation, revelation

******z turn ************, emotional winch

Get slapped around like ************ ******z 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 ****** 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 ***ual cravings, your freakish indulgence

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

****** around, you'll be pu************n up daisies

Like them ******z who slept when assassins crept through your villa

Grab you up... ahhh!

[buddha monk]

Who's the killa? monk iodine

You got your eye on mines, ******z, 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 ******z is packed like ****** 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

******z is clones, blast off the iron palm, you're kept from sacred songs

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

The projects is to eject shop up yets

The center, ******z 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

******z rhymin with you, drama mental, time ain't with you

Left dead, cops can't find a mother****** pistol

What?

[chorus (x2): buddha monk]

We catchin large amounts, over-seas and upstate

Sha-cronz, buddha monk and our ******, 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 ************t, this do or die ************t

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 mother****** track that dumps

I'll elect to annihilate, serve on a fake mc

Who wanna test thee? ha, ****** please

I'll serve you this here remedy, g-o-d ****** 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' mother****** 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, ******z, what?