Q-Plex - Bang lyrics

[Intro: Q-Plex (Lee-Major)] What you had to tell me sir? (The final conflict, what ya'll) [Hook: Lee-Major] Bang, come on, bang, come on, bang, uh Come on, bang, come on, bang [Chorus 2X: Lee-Major] We bang bang razor blade, double edge In and out of this world, we full fledged to break bread Shake faith, for the lock on the pearl gate Snatch MC's up and k** 'em all at Camp Crystal Lake [Q-Plex] Yo, sick like those Hillside Stranglers, more ripping than Jack Got dead fouls by the stacks, tormented Just a little, paint cats and rip up a little produce Giving motherf**as a bad case of wet noodle In smaller terms, I'm lethal like HIV germs Bringing sudden pain like child bearing Straight decapitation like Conan the Barbarian So whose however come and don't be afraid of them Because who send them, to begin them, rip out them heart and f** it [Babyface Fensta] Mail it home then, mail it home then Get off my dick, you get me sick Your ABC rhymes, ain't worth sh** You better come equipped, like slaves get whipped Ya'll n***as lick clit, our style, you bit I flip my whip, you sound like Big, you sound like Jig Ain't no half steppin', ask Kane If 2Pac was alive, he'd slap the sh** out Lil' Zane Yo what's crackin', I'm living, can't complain Maintain the fort, teach the seeds, don't eat pork Yo, I fork you up, n***a [Hook] [Chorus 2X] [Babyface Fensta] Yo, cuz, they style is wack, I talk with slack Punani dani, rag your p**y, dem dont want test The sharpshooters, from 90's, yo Q, co*k that n***a out I put my gun his mouth (Nah, don't clap him, I think I wanna slap him) Make that cat buckle, be easy, I don't wanna bruise my knuckles Bet my Timbs get scuffed in the scuffle Verbal joust, I house ya mic, duke, f** them players The ultimate hater, defender, drop smart bombs Ring the alarm, it's red dawn, no calm before the storm Ma** murder, summer of Sam, red rum [Q-Plex] Chameleon like Tarzan, mad like Cobra Crush more heads than that n***a Sgt. Slaughter Bout to run you over like a defensive lineman Best believe I get accurate, seen in perfect timing I'm a diamond in the rough, always ready to scruff Where that n***a that think he tough, step up and get snuffed And then bag that b**h stuff, you think you ready? Come make me rock steady, I'm a b-bop that a** Until you dead and buried, must be in a hurry To meet ya maker, and I'm be the one who send ya Much bigger than anticipated, it ain't my fault Snatch your chest and tap a bomb [Hook] [Chorus 2X] [Hook]