lirik lagu bang bang boogie - x-files
[intro: cuban link]
ayo, this your boy cuban link, man
representin’ the bx, representin’ new york city
representin’ cuba, representin’ the whole world, man
this is how i’m doing it, ya heard?
and right now, you listening to the x~files
with shadyville djs, dj daa one (dj dan one exclusive)
[verse 1: joe grind]
pretty joe grizzly, stay o~fifty
bad b~tch with me, got my name on her titty
watch how these bronx n~ggas lock down the city
i got shooters with me and they spaz with the bl!cky
still play the hood, runnin’ laps round the agents
so many lames be tеstin’ my patience
i come through your block, disrеspectin’, quite blatant
they ballin’, playin’ rungs, so they fall out, flagrant
purple haze fragrance, you smell the aroma
fifty pounds of green, fresh out of sonar
i beat on the gauge till i put it in a coma
you wanna hold somethin’, it’s a gun shop, throw up
[verse 2: cuban link]
we known to body tracks, original spitters, y’all n~ggas copycats
we put our hearts in the beat and give it a cardiac
this is the art of rap, the truth, check the polygraph
spittin’ them alcatraz bars through a foggy glass
we all we have, so, family come first
y’all k!llas that’ll put in the gun work with one chirk
still in the x with no vest in a pun shirt
grindin’, spittin’ rhymes ’til my lungs hurt, i done dirt
to have a n~gga scared straight or fear fake
so when death come to gettin’, tell the mob i’ll be here late
son, i done took a road that other won’t dare take
it’s the b~r~o~n~x, foul’s checkmate
[verse 3: mysonne]
now dig through them x~files, it’s pete x to kept child
official n~ggas that’s sitting up in the feds now
then there’s the rats and the snitches with their heads down
witness protection on god willin’, they dead now
see, i’m the last of a dying breed
i’m the young g that the younger g’s be tryin’ to be
see, gangstas move silently
and they see i got the essence of a gangsta inside me
what they expect? i was tutored by x
i seen birds shoot a n~gga to death, i was into deep
so, pete go to war with n~ggas
seen beam just slaughter n~ggas
see all them n~ggas that you praise, i was raised with ’em
all them rooks in them nights, i spend nights and days with ’em
so if they locked in my heart, it’s in the cage with ’em
and if they dead then my heart is in the grave with ’em
now it’s bang~bang, we the best out
and we the next chapter of them x~files
[interlude]
x~files, n~gga
hocus 45th, i got these n~ggas, mys’
[verse 4: hocus 45th]
bang bang boogie monsters, this the x~files
the business team, told gilly, p.o., red child
dj famous, we got ’em upset now
’bout to take the game, don’t believe it, put your bets down
i’m a g, picture me walkin’ with my head down
on n~ggas smackin’ me without gettin’ shot in his head
sendin’ threats, that’s a b~tch~ass move
must’ve didn’t do his homework, left his books at school
i’m a~i’m a coke spitter, get money in multiple areas
still perform at your local theater
hardcore for your champs that fed him
get it poppin’, one on one, fair ’nuff?
(nah, hoc’, let me tell mo’)
[verse 5: lord tariq]
once the underdog, we the best now
an opportunity for the borough to stick they chest out
set’s wild, put enough work in it to make a vet smile
it’s all about l now, o~eight~stepchild
so strange, you probably fed bound
’cause they throwin’ cakes, don’t wait, give me my sell now
’bout my bread now ’til they tears sh~t down
proved i ain’t runnin’ from nothin’, n~gga, i stitch round
proved i am gunnin’, don’t just call ’em son, i son ’em
don’t just carry one, i’m gunnin’, feelin’ froggy then confront him
a new age boy george, a new age chick walk the borough freely
the spirit of larry davis with me
[verse 6: s~one]
i’m a rapper, got official, you feel me, a real bronx n~gga
f~ck nick, he let b~tches get to his heart, n~gga
i heard shelaka was the real life cleopatra
until n~ggas push shots in her afro
that’s the seventies, them n~ggas left they legacy
which led to the eighties and that involved the nineties
between the years, a star was born
a harlem baby move to the bronx will put him on
we had to struggle in the pjs, we did it the g way
skip school and all that sh~t, that don’t get a g paid
you feel me, mo? it ain’t askin’ willie blow
america love gangsta n~ggas, really though
i’m a walkin’ conspiracy, you feelin’ me?
i do me and greet with the k!lla gs (x~files)
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