Skyzoo - Let It Bang lyrics

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Skyzoo - Let It Bang lyrics

Yeah Y'know what it is SK With 9th Wonder on the beat Elliot Ness.. Custom Made, Bad Boy collabo (9th Wonder!) We all about the cash flow [Verse: Skyzoo] The bottom line is, me and mine are solidified You little dudes run along, go and get a grind I rock rubber bands, but not for fashion I keep 'em cause I'm literally stacking And I don't f** with Visa or plastic, I just pull out a [?] And wrap it with elastic, pillowcase stash it Spit straight acid, the stars is lookin' in I sit you on your a**, like your father should've did Ladies and Gentlemen it's the world renowned The city's favorite hustler I [?] up your town Dude keep a bad one shot, wearing her out Her deep throat so mean, she can't hear in her mouth??? Lot of clones out for the throne, that's trying to be me Call this a mean sixteen, I call it easy SK and Elliot Ness, the George Jefferson Strollin' a hundred miles ahead of the rest So f** running... [Chorus (2x)] From corner to corner, state to state City to city, play this 'till you break the tape Now let it bang worldwide, let it bang (Hey yo!) Now let it bang worldwide, let it bang (Hey yo!) Yeah [Verse: Elliot Ness] Two thousand and five version of the great George ?? Iceman with the nice tan, see me in person So imperfect, spit when the sh** wasn't worth it Gang way deeper than what people see on the surface And that gat, small on my back, is for a purpose Them n***as tryn' run up on National Self Service I'll never be a slave or servant to any man I'm ridin' up slow and I'm letting the semi blam Damn, another dead body on my belt In a land down under where your mommy can't help You behind on the rent? I'm something like a pimp I grind overtime and bought the landlord a whip Tales from the crib, the bl* is on my hip Black bulletproof vest, a book bag full of clips That's deep sh**, deeper than deep six Deep as the bottomless pit, and even the abyss sh**... [Chorus] [Verse: Skyzoo and Elliot Ness] (Skyzoo) I run the pen on the paper, on the strength of the way that the drums knock I write whatever I feel, regardless if it gets me a deal While these wannabes claiming they dumb hot I treat it like him and him, you only get one shot And if you spit one line, saying you slum rock I'm walking away, and if you not say "son stop" I don't need that, and you ain't ever seen that You need to try being a fan, and relax (Elliot Ness) I can tell when the cops is looking, crack heads Smell what the block is cooking, and which rock they pushing "off white", strips stay open all night Long like Lionel, got clientele When my team surface, the fiends purchase Run up in your crib, and rob all your workers I ain't trying to get money, selling dummies The only time y'all make the paper is the funnies