
Bang on ’Em Prodigy & The Alchemist
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[Intro]
Here we go
You know what it is, nigga
Click-clack
[Hook]
Bang on 'em, pop 'em thangs on 'em
Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
I'ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em
Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
Bang on 'em, pop 'em thangs on 'em
Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
I'ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em
Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
[Verse 1]
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 music and who I gotta cut
With the Mac, 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 an 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 shoot when we shoot them niggas or we gon' get hit
Here we go
You know what it is, nigga
Click-clack
[Hook]
Bang on 'em, pop 'em thangs on 'em
Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
I'ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em
Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
Bang on 'em, pop 'em thangs on 'em
Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
I'ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em
Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
[Verse 1]
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 music and who I gotta cut
With the Mac, 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 an 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 shoot when we shoot them niggas or we gon' get hit
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