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PRODIGY - Bang On 'em

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Here we go, you know what it is, click-clack

"Bang on 'Em", pop them thangs on 'em!

Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em!

I'm a "Bang on 'Em", pop them thangs on 'em!

Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em!

I'm a "Bang on 'Em", pop them thangs on 'em!

Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em!

I'm a "Bang on 'Em", pop them thangs on 'em!

Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em! - I'm a bang!

Ayo my hood broke my heart into pieces

Dunn the streets took my dreams and shattered them

And turn me into a preacher

Minds to money got me not givin' a fuck

All I care about is muzik and who I gotta cut

With the Mack, Uzi, .47, pick a weapon

Six million ways to die - my .25 endin'

When I pop him in the gut, I drop him where they stunt

I try keepin' it peace but that shit's for chumps

Projects fucked me up, made me strong as Ox

Made the nigga cold blooded ain't no friends on the block

This the comrades and coldies, the crooked ass police

Playin' cracks in the pocket send you up in creek

Look! - Don't ask me why Queensbridge can't stick together

If you don't know the answer then you don't know the ghetto

Everybody don't get along and that's what it is

We either shootin' when we shoot them niggaz or we gon' get hit

Ayo! - My own niggaz turned on me, B.I.G wasn't lyin'

When he said "The ones who smoke blunts with you be conversant"

They was plottin' on my demise, they wanted my seed

At the head of the table but I'm permanently chief

I don't care how many bodies you got on your gun

You either submit or go and start your own gang son

Everybody wants to be boss, it ain't enough soldiers

Everybody wants to call shots, it ain't enough shooter

And it really hurts my soul that we can't click

But whatever it'll never be the same again

And when I see you niggaz, you already know what it is

And if you don't, you gon' find out the hard way kid

Tried to make it work, but now I'm on some other shit

I'm greedy with that limelight now you ain't gettin' none of it

All I got in my pocket...

Is a nickel and a nail!

The fully loaded .2-5...

With one extra bullet on the side!

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