DJ Green Lantern - Bang Time lyrics

[Billy Danze] Bang bang ba-bang, ba-bang bang ba-bang [Hook: Billy Danze] Ba-bang bang ba-bang, bang ti-a-bang time Bang bang time (uhh) it's bang time (uhh) Bang bang time (uhh) it's bang time (uhh) Bang bang time (uhh) it's bang time (uhh) Bang bang ba-bang, bang ti-a-bang time Bang bang time (uhh) it's bang time (uhh) Bang bang time (uhh) it's bang time (uhh) Bang bang time (uhh) it's bang time (uhh) [Lil' Fame] To the East my brother like a X-Clan member SISSY!!! Lil' Fame is a Marxmen I'm the son of Sonny Carson I wash dirty cats through hood laundromats, where they lost at Go home or go hard yeah this is real life warrior sh** These other rap dudes corny as sh** What'chall know about sidewalks with bloodstains, coroner sh** +Cold as Ice+ on some Foreigner sh** Raised on the dark side, baptized in dirty water The murder Marx side, dark skies to early mornings What's a nickel bag to a profit/prophet, graze hit 'em right out Great day to do it again, same as the night out {*whistling*} This is the good, the bad and the ugly 'Round here we keeps it thuggy thuggy Yeah and it's Brooklyn's, finest, unfaded, Brownsvillians We'll shoot this b**h up like cowboys and indians [Hook] [Styles P] D-Block!! Yeah, bang time 45'll hit 'em and leave 'em with hang time Razor on his a** like the gla** of a {?} line Raw like c**aine line, n***a I ain't lyin Your man's frame cryin from the flame of the iron Hawkin him, walk with him, now better kneel with him Try to be real with him, I'm so deep in it That if you try to stand up his f**in guts gon' spill on him Play wit'cha kids, or a deck of cards Me I go extra hard, still tryin to get it, like I'm Escobar Only question I ask is cash or a check involved Put me on my P's and Q's, let me know if d**h's involved Like I give a sh**, ignorant n***a Yeah I pull the trigger quick, thought you woulda figured this You want to know why the movement is rigorous S.P. the Ghost, on some Y.O. k**er sh**, n***a! .. Bang time [Hook] [Billy Danze] Yo, somewhere in (BROOKLYN) is where you'll find this n***a, in my comfort zone Semi circled by the grimiest n***as (c'mon!) Walk with me, spread chalk with me sod In the field where the real n***as are born (ghetto) There's no surgeons here, we don't cut up body parts We blast and leave yo' a** wherever it start A half a block from the precinct, the homies are beyond thuggin and buggin My whole borough's in judgment indecent The thoroughest dimepieces straight out of action flicks (Gangsta b**h!) Angela Jolie this Notion, forward motion, do what you gotta do To get what you gotta get to get your sh** rollin And keep closin, by any means The 50 cal the 40 or the 30 carbine Let it steam motherf**er let's go, we in them greends And on the grounds with it we down with it, that's how we bling [Hook]