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[Kam]
Check I represent the left, with a death toll high But I ride with the side called the F.O.I. Where do or die is the code, banged out is the mode Now everyone throw up your guns and unload I`m bound to have your whole town sewed, niggaz drinkin and gettin blowed to the sound layin tracks down like the underground railroad Can`t no jail hold me, or no crackers control me I shed tears for dead homies (and what) and fears Allah only So haters don`t want me to hit, tryin to pitch ball four Makin peace with the beast but with me, bitch it`s all war I`m hardcore, hardline, hard edge on hard times Here rap the records determined to get our shine Turnin water to wine, healin the deaf dumb and blind With a stone backbone, I join your own to your own kind So pass the clip as I mash the whip, with the master grip Just waitin for your ass to slip and I bang bang [Chorus: Mystic] Bang bang.. bang, bang, bang Bang bang bi-dang, bang bang Bang, bang, bang Bang bang bi-dang, bang bang Bang, bang, bang Bang bang bi-dang, bang bang Bang, bang, bang Bang bang bi-dang, bang.. [Kam] Chitty chitty bang bang, a gritty city gang thang We maintain, rap jack and slang `caine and brang pain, think you can hang you best be sure Cause the West is where I`m from so come test me now [Mystic] Way-oyyyyyy, way-oy-oy-oy-oy Way-oyyyyyy, way-oy-oy-oy-oy [Kam] Ring the alarm, code red, Arm Leg Leg Arm Head Soldiers on the move, show and prove, go out and get the dead and spit the lead, let`s quit this black and brown bloodshed And get this bread, lay these crackers down in a mudbed Like Spud Webb I go to war with the giants Cause they just pawns in the game but I`m a lord of the science I gets nuff respect, while other niggaz is suspect Ass-kickin cash get them pretty boys slash ruffnecks [Chorus] [Kam] So cocks the hammer back and rack the pump Since the police hate me unlock the safety just in case we have to dump I`m ready for shit to jump, my niggaz carryin mags Like "Fuck these United Snakes and they American fags" Uncle Tom`s askin Uncle Sam, "Why can`t we bond?" But nigga Kam don`t give a damn about no Yankee mon Stars and stripes I earn `em, blow a whole through they sternum See my arrangement with the Lord is I return `em, he burn `em But I don`t claim to be no saint, solely because I ain`t holy But you just got be-lieeeve, foley Everybody on the block knows, just how it go I got flows, rock shows, clock dough and knock hoes down like a pimp on the track, just mackin Out for my dollars pop your collars holla back - what`s crackin? Shit it`s your world I`m just a squirrel tryin to find a nut Catch me at the club, in the cut, watchin the girls, wind it up [Chorus]
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