Bang

[Intro: Busta Rhymes, Clinton Sparks]

Yeah Yeah

Ayo we done opened the floodgate for the new New York hot shit to come through bitch

(Turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on)

Flipmode bitch

Get familiar

Labba Labba Labba (New Crack City)

Welcome to Flipmode new recruit Reek da Villian nigga

Spliff get 'em

[Verse 1: Spliff Star, Busta Rhymes, Clinton Sparks]

See I been through the worst, yeah I been through it all

Yeah I live on the battlefield survivin’ the war

See the code of the streets is never talk to the law

Give a fuck if you handcuffed facе down on the floor

Why you whip the gang if you split on your mang

Why you pullin’ guns out when you ain’t gon’ bang? Bitch nigga

Play your part or find yoursеlf in a hole

See the mac gon’ blow, hit your back of your throat

Ain’t no time for debate we on the grind everyday

Give me mines now nigga I could die any day

I put my blood and my sweat in every hustle I get

Near niggas satisfy the [?] perfect (New Crack City nigga)

The real niggas connect

Motherfucker I ride and die for the love of my set

I’m supreme with my team, niggas can’t intervene

Comin’ through this motherfucker like the tattle [?] nigga (Clinton Sparks)

[Chorus: Labba, Busta Rhymes, Reek da Villian]

Squares to the left, gangsters to the right

Real niggas do real things, we all could let it bang

(Turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on)

If we want bang well then we gon’ bang

And if we want slang then we gon’ slang

Squares to the left, gangsters to the right

Real niggas do real things, we all could let it bang

(Turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on)

If we want bang well then we gon’ bang

And if we want slang then we gon’ slang (Reek da Vill' nigga)

[Verse 2: Reek da Villian]

Ma you rollin’ with me shoot like strollin’ with cheese

Be on the dancefloor iced out holdin’ the heat

Have you in the mens’ bathroom showin’ your teeth

Blowin’ Spliff and I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout smokin’ no weed

My nigga Labba behind me with two llamas

They rockin’ some old school and I’m stylin’ in Gucci Pradas

Flipmode runnin’ this shit who’s hotter?

Big thing gang [?] shoe pradas

So go ahead lil’ bitch nigga act tough

Bet you get either beat down or smacked up

Come through your block like A-Team in a black truck

Gats tucked shirt bulgin’ like I got a fat gut

Bang a snake ass nigga soon as he rattle

Bang hard like Shawn Kemp when he played for Seattle

Bang a cross at your lips and pull day to skidaddle

Let ‘em hangers get at you throw a flag up like brap dukes

[Chorus: Labba, Busta Rhymes, Clinton Sparks]

Squares to the left, gangsters to the right

Real niggas do real things, we all could let it bang

(Turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on)

If we want bang well then we gon’ bang

And if we want slang (More exclusive shit) then we gon’ slang

Squares to the left, gangsters to the right

Real niggas do real things (Produced by yours truly)

We all could let it bang

(Turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on)

If we want bang well then we gon’ bang

And if we want slang then we gon’ slang

[Outro: Busta Rhymes, Clinton Sparks]

Shouts out to whole Flipmode (Yeah yeah yeah)

Aftermath

Turn it up (Clinton Sparks) come on

Turn it up come on

Turn it up come on (Yeah, yeah)

Turn it up come on

Get familiar niggas

Get fuckin’ familiar (We Run this shit)