BabyFace Fensta - Bang it in Ya Whip lyrics

[Intro: BabyFace Fensta, (Sha-Cronz), [Buddha Monk]] [Listen to I...] *echo* (These punk-a** n***as, they ain't ready) (We made men, Haha!) YounahI'mSayin? What, n***a? (We--We been doin' this for years) Y'all n***as can't see this sh** [Du-du-du-dun-du-dun-da-dun] Can't even f** with this track (Ain't nothin could stop us) [Hee-ha-ha-ha-ha] 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) [Da-dun-da-da-dun] YouknowwhatI'msayin? All my n***as about to get hit. Word up (Who we are, who we be) All my mommys about to get hit (What we stand for) [Come on, hoo-hey-hey] Justice and equality All my boriquas out there, too, up on the set [My boriquas on the set] YouknowwhatI'msayin? Hit them n***as like that, yo [Ha!] [BabyFace Fensta] It's the sinister, sick like chlamydia Burn like no vagina, your retina Screwin like you hard, while I lick off your head p**y upper lips quiver as fright creeps in like a boa constrictor Blow to your ego, claustrophobia, new sensation, revelation n***as turn b**h, emotional winch Get slapped around like f*ggot n***as 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 f** 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 s**ual cravings, your freakish indulgence Criminal antics, (hoo) your symnatics don't amaze me f** around, you'll be pushin up daisies Like them n***as who slept when a**a**ins crept through your villa Grab you up... AHHH! [Buddha Monk] Who's the k**a? Monk iodine You got your eye on mines, n***as, 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 n***as is packed like f**in 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 n***as is clones, blast off the Iron Palm, you're kept from sacred songs The basics is first to hurts, so don't think f**in Zu's could rest in dirt The Projects is to eject shop up yets The center, n***as 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 sk**s 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 Battlin' the Cronz is like a midget to an ape Don't care if you got a biscuit and, uh, 8 n***as rhymin with you, drama mental, time ain't with you Left dead, cops can't find a motherf**in pistol What? [Hook (x2): Buddha Monk] We catchin large amounts, over-seas and upstate Sha-Cronz, Buddha Monk and our n***a, BabyFace It's an MC's fate to test the Zu's great And we won't stop, until d**h is a bedmate [Buddha Monk] What? Alright, check this fly sh**, this do or die sh** Monk drive-by hit, yea, bang it in ya whip If I do it any way I wanna do it Let me drunk and roast punks off this motherf**in track that thumps I'll elect to annihilate, serve on a fake MC Who wanna test thee? Ha, n***a please I'll serve you this here remedy, G-O-D f**in 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 knock yo' motherf**in a** 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, n***as, what?