Bang It In Ya Whip Lyrics - Singles - Buddha Monk

[intro: babyface fensta, (sha-cronz), ] 

*echo* 

(these punk-ass niggaz, they ain't ready) 

(we made men, haha!) younahi'msayin? what, nigga? 

(we--we been doin' this for years) 

Y'all niggaz can't see this shit 

Can't even fuck with this track 

(ain't nothin could stop us) 

you know, on the corse of desperados 

(united kingdom to the fullest) word is bond 

(sha-cronz) peace to the gods, uk, poppa wu 

(recognize) buddha monk, sha-cronz in the house 

(before we bring in drama)  

Youknowwhati'msayin? all my niggaz about to get hit. word up. 

(who we are, who we be) all my mommys about to get hit 

(what we stand for) justice and equality 

All my boriquas out there, too, up on the set 

youknowwhati'msayin? 

Hit them niggaz like that, yo  

[babyface fensta] 

It's the sinister, sick like clamidia 

Burn like no vagina, your retina 

Screwin like you hard, while I lick off your head 

Pussy upper lips quiver as fright creaps in like a boa constrictor 

Blow to your ego, clostrophobia, new sensation, revelation 

Niggaz turn bitch, emotional winch 

Get slapped around like faggot niggaz frontin 

You unleashed the beast like the niece from garfield east 

Does the heads of the 12 priests, crab louse, won't catch it 

Shut the fuck up, your mouth is like punks (shut up!), always runnin (ha!) 

From the '90's, so I never will like onions and pills (zu-zu-zu-zu-zu) 

Leave you weary, teary-eyed and dreary (he-heh-heh-huu-ha!) 

Create havoc with your bodily structure, your natural impulses 

(ah-ah-ah) your sexual cravings, your freakish indulgence 

Criminal antics, (hoo) your symnatics don't amaze me 

Fuck around, you'll be pushin up daisies 

Like them niggaz who slept when assassins crept through your villa 

Grab you up... ahhh! 

[buddha monk] 

Who's the killa? monk iodine 

You got your eye on mines, niggaz, you wanna take mines? 

Feel one down to your spine, several parts almost never find 

Royal blood kin on your fetal line, I'm prepared to deal with fetal lines 

Yo, check it out... 

I took, blow, yo, you ran up the block and stuck 4 

You should've known it was them bones, next page, close the door 

Wait, I ain't finished yet with you so-called pros 

You niggaz is packed like fuckin compactors 

I'm blowin ya' back out, callin me the subtractor 

The actual nist gets broke like a wish 

And marrow bones stay parrow in my zone like shadows 

Niggaz is clones, blast off the iron palm, you're kept from sacred songs 

The basics is first to hurts, so don't think fuckin zu's could rest in dirt 

The projects is to eject shop up yets 

The center, niggaz are scared to enter in 

It's buddha monk, throw your head in the cha-a-am-ber 

[sha-cronz] 

Yo, peep the real pro, put my skills to work 

That show's benz and about a mil' I'm worth 

Get higher than 10 kilohertz 

Blank on tracks like hungry rodents 

Rappers actin funny style and holdin 

Frontin, posted up like bowlin 

Pins rollin in chevy's, while you're goin broke 

Holdin a benz, I'm heavy on the neck 

Pissin weights, can't risk kuwait 

And objects, get these papes and escape 

Ballad and cronz is like a midget to an ape 

Don't care if you got a biscuit and, uh, 8 

Niggaz rhymin with you, drama mental, time ain't with you 

Left dead, cops can't find a motherfuckin pistol 

What? 

[chorus (x2): buddha monk] 

We catchin large amounts, over-seas and upstate 

Sha-cronz, buddha monk and our nigga, babyface 

It's an mc's fate to test the zu's great 

And we won't stop, until death is a bedmate 

[buddha monk] 

What? alright, check this fly shit, this do or die shit 

Monk drive-by hit, yea, bang it in ya whip 

If I do it any way I wanna do it 

Let me roast punks off this motherfuckin track that dumps 

I'll elect to annihilate, serve on a fake mc 

Who wanna test thee? ha, nigga please 

I'll serve you this here remedy, g-o-d fuckin up ya whole family 

Yea, you know that's got to be me, swingin like tarzan through trees 

With a 9 in my hand, mane anybody who wants to battle this mc 

And if that's not enough, then I'll huff and I'll puff 

And mack yo' motherfuckin ass down, now stay down, ya low down 

Better yet, here's a shot from the 4-pound 

And the cops can't help ya, they yellin, "blue-uniformed man is down" 

[babyface fensta] 

What, niggaz, what?