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Bang Bang

from Ghettolutionary by Mark Anthony

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Bang Bang Blazin', I rep for the Southside,
Run up on the inside, and I'm draggin' him outside,
You run it up, then I butt him up in the mouth side,
Bullet to the headside, body pon da roadside,

Wid a quick left, right, smack, 'til your jawbone cracks,
Bang, bang - 'til it finally snaps and you end up flat,
On your backside, wid a couple of holes,
Your boat's getting capsized,

Body inna di river, you're getting baptized, that's right!
Bang Bang Blazin' isn't da bag-o-chat type.
You say you bang bang, you need to get your facts right,
See me on the frontline, clutching a big mac tight!

And I don't even eat mickey d's
But the way I word it together meticulously,
Is ridiculously off the chain, as I ready, aim,
Fire the flame as I grip the machine,

Rubber grip wid a beam, tucked up in between,
My hip and my jeans, creep up on the scene,
Honestly, I'm on a mission, I'm seeking the cream,
I'm out on the grind as you peacefully dream,

Exchanging the slugs in the heat for the cheese,
Please, don't test me, I'm eager to squeeze,
Believe me, quick-time, disappear from the scene,
I'm easy, better believe, I rep for my team!

Rubber grip clappin', murders and kidnappings,
In the same day, I'm in Sainsbury's looking for nappies.
I'll break the law to be sure my daughter's got food to eat,
Nappies on backside, clothes on back, shoes on feet.

Seperate the strong from the weak and remove the neaks,
Wid a gun that'll bun up your gums and remove your teeth.
I see you in street, looking over like: "Who is he?"
Bang Bang Blazin', yes, and I refuse to be,

The same as my Father, who would much rather be,
On a crackpipe at night, then looking after me,
Your own pickiney, sickening little bastard,
I wanna blast your rasclart, leave you plastered.



from Ghettolutionary, released October 2, 2010
produced by Mups / 0584
DowntownSoul Ltd / Open Mind Entertainment / 0584


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