Reservoir Dogs

[Intro]

You fuckin' idiot

You really didn’t understand what the fuckin' streets about

You better chill with the streets, nigga

'Cause you ain’t in The Bronx, nigga

I'm in the fuckin' Bronx, I'm in the fuckin' trenches, nigga

I'm in the fuckin' streets, you already know what

So you know what, here comes the pain

[Verse 1: Cuban Link]

Yo, it's them hot boys from The Bronx with them toys in the trunk

Now we can do this quiet, I’ll make noise if you want

Your boy’s done, he got no choice but to run

We the Bang Bang Boogie, the new voice of The Bronx

We had enough of it, now we on some other shit

That bang-bang gutter shit, y'all don’t likе to suck a dick

Fuck all that sucker shit, it's over for that governmеnt

Niggas wasn't cuttin' us in so now we runnin’ it

Just for the love of it, I'm back in my team

Now they scared 'cause they seen me here back on the scene

Nahmean? It all started with a gat and a dream

So we can't call it a movement, it's a machine

We got the fiends all linin' up, waitin' for the final cut

They time is up 'cause they fake and they rhymin' suck

They a dime of dust and we some diamonds in the rough

Y'all know what's up, my loyalty don't know how to bust

[Verse 2: S-One]

Ayo, the style and charisma, my nigga bringin' The Bronx back

Well, I'm connected too, millionaires in my contacts

You wanna talk to S-One, show me your contract

We takin' niggas jewelry, you tellin' niggas you taunt that

This nigga fell off, dawg, you need to fall back

Gave you High Blood Pressure, do you want more of that

I'm all for that, more rainy days in your forecast

See this fist, I put it where your jaw at

They say S flows impecca-bal

Musically in tune, freestyles are soundin' like records now

The game on smash, it's rowdy over here

Just the nominee for Street Album of the Year

P.O., you know what all these rappers mad about

Street Album of the Year, I don't got a street album out

Just policies, baby, Redchild, handle that

The microphone was a candle, now this shit is candle wax

[Verse 3: Lord Tariq]

Please believe that we done got y'all poppin'

The Machine in the car knockin'

Back on the block, the fiends is hard coppin'

Can't stop 'em unless the Lord lock 'em

We call shot until the girl stop car hoppin'

Cape on New York, it's called got 'em

Brooklyn, Harlem, Queens, they all rockin'

Throwin' up the X like I ain't Bernard Hopkins

I left for a minute, I'm right, not wrong

I'm hype, I'm strong, I'm tight, I'm Shaun

I'm sworn to uphold the X til the death of me

This Bang Bang Boogie thing bringin' out the best of me

T.I. said to me "Bring 'em out, bring 'em out"

And P.O. planted the seed, now watch niggas sprout

Do you understand the words that are coming out my mouth?

We probably the only nigga that got it during the drought

[Verse 4: Hocus 45th]

I don't care about the rep that you used to have

Bang Bang Boogie, you better get used to that

See I'm glad that he left his whole crew, it's ass

He don't get no respect and his music trash

Don't care 'bout your man pass, if I did, I would've asked

I already put a few OG's on they ass

This bitch nigga in his crew, it's over with

This Hocus, ain't that low, say hello to the Napoleon

I send my lieutenant D.O., you won't notice 'em

P.O., good looks, mo', it got me in my zone again

Send the word, I get rid of all of 'em

Well, tell the nigga take it as a warning then

Said he bust his gun, I thought they really wanted it

If he was just frontin' it, I just tap him on his chin

And tell him don't fuck with my niggas

Bang Bang Boogie, certified killas

[Verse 5: Mysonne]

I swear to God I will lean on these niggas

Wash up clean, steam on these niggas

See, I will Pistol Pete beam on these niggas

Bang Bang Boogie, bitch, we run these niggas

We son these niggas, we done these niggas

So it's time that we won these niggas, one-one

'Cause none these niggas is fuckin' with this here

Can't do nothin' with this here this year

Y'all either gon' pay homage

Or the goons and the wolves gon' spray llamas

Kids, aunts, uncles, we spray mamas

Ask the G's who the realest, they say I'm is

Anonymous, priceless, you niggas ain't got none

Got guns when niggas ain't shot none

I'm not none of these niggas that you beef with

I don't beef back and forth over beats, bitch, peep this

Y'all niggas gon' cease this or your gums and your teeth

Gon' meet Fifth and eat this, you can lay underneath shit

Or you can be a smart cat like Heath Cliff and run along

[Outro]

P.O., I wish Pistol was here, I swear to God, mo'

I swear, he would be so proud of us

You see what we do, we bringin' the real niggas back, mo'

We bringin' this real shit back, nigga

You heard what Mys' said, mo'

I will Pistol Pete beam on these niggas

We ain't playin' with none of y'all niggas

Fuck all y'all niggas